Tuesday, 31 August 2010

Maisie, B.P.I.S.

Maisie, now aged 11 months , with her winner's sash and rosette, photographed by Sue Gray (Gennasus) in our back garden after winning Best Pup in Show at the Scottish Papillon Club Open show on Saturday.

We also came home with an embroidered towel and a butterfly brooch as part of the prize.

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Monday, 30 August 2010

One weekend---Two dog shows.

Just what I like! Should I be taking it easier at just on my three score years and ten?....no way...I'm not giving in that easily...always have been a sticker!
Luckily, this time both shows were close to home, one being forty minutes away and the other an hour. Have you noticed how we Scots tend to measure distance in hours and minutes?
My friend Sue (Gennasus) from way up in Morayshire (three hours away!!) drove down to the Scottish Papillon Club Open show in Alva on Saturday and then stayed overnight with us here before going on to the Scottish Kennel Club Show at Edinburgh on Sunday. We both had two good days showing with Sue's Desmond winning Reserve Best in Show at Alva and my Swallow going Reserve Best Bitch and young Maisie winning Best Puppy in Show.
On the Sunday at Ingliston SKC Maisie again won Best Pup in Breed, having gone against Sue's Elwood who had won Best Dog Pup. Swallow won her Limit Bitch class but Sue's Pansy won the Reserve Bitch Challenge Certificate. My little Roley came second in his puppy class.
The weather, as usual, was not at all friendly on Sunday with terrific gusts of a cold wind causing the marquees to flap quite a bit but it did stay fair and sunny for most of the day. However, today, annoyingly enough, it has been beautiful with just the trace of a breeze.
I'm hoping Sue will send me some photos she took of the dogs with the prizes they won on the Saturday. I will post them when they arrive.

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

After THAT journey!

We ( Tina, Mo, Swallow and I) took a walk down the track which runs through the ripening harvest fields, some of which have been combined.
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and boys continue to be boys!
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Sunday, 22 August 2010

What a journey!

It didn't get off to the best of starts, our journey to the Welsh Kennel Club Championship show, with a notice over the motorway on our way to the coach stating that the M74(the start of our southward journey from Glasgow) was closed with a diversion in place. The coach driver decided on an alternative route to join this motorway farther south and that involved a rather tortuous journey...not to be recommended when you are not the best of travellers sitting in the rear of a coach. However, the next lot of passengers were eventually loaded at Shawlands, and we joined the motorway south of the closure. Most of us then tried to get some sleep and I was awakened by the coach slowing and a bump, as if crossing a "sleeping policeman" but instead of stopping we then speeded up before stopping again to make another pick-up then resumed the southern journey. It turned out the driver had forgotten to stop at Carlisle services to take on two women so had to double back for them then proceeded to the next services for a "comfort" and tea break of an hour--a bit excessive at round about midnight, I thought. Then it was southward once more down the M6, past Birmingham, and on to the M5 before turning off for Worcester and so westward to Builth Wells in the heart of Wales...or so we thought! We did two little "circles" in Worcester (one in extremely narrow roads in a bungalow area where we clipped hedges and almost took down the corner of a wall) until we finally exited that town and set off along dual carriageway for Leominster--only to do a U turn as we'd taken the incorrect road off a roundabout. In the next town we ended turning into the supermarket carpark--all this with a sat. nav!
For the next what seemed like one hundred miles or so we drove up hill, down dale and round every type of bend you can imagine. This was doing my dicky stomach no end of harm. However, its contents stayed in place and we finally reached the showground, quarter of an hour after the commencement of judging, but entered by the wrong gate and this huge coach was then escorted by officials to the "Toy Dog" region. I was showing bitches only so there was no need for me to worry about missing classes.
Worse was to come. Because of strict driving regulations, the driver couldn't take the wheel again until after 7pm for the return journey. We usually start back at about 4.30pm, but of course this was a much longer journey than normal. When would we get back to the starting point at the Forth Road Bridge? More to the point, what was my husband going to say about picking me up at some unearthly hour?
We left the showground at 7.30pm and travelled north to Chester before joining the M6 and so home northwards, a journey, in total, taking nine hours (compared to our southward journey of 13 hours from my house!). Chic had been at the Bridge since 10pm in case he fell asleep at home and didn't hear my phonecall giving him our ETA! We walked in our door at 5am.
However, it turned out a very good show for me with Maisie winning Puppy Bitch class and Best Bitch Puppy and Swallow, not only winning the Open Bitch, but also taking the Bitch Challenge Certificate then crowning that by winning Best of Breed.
The show was on Friday and I felt like a wet rag on Saturday but today I'm fully recovered and have even done two walks lasting one and a half hours each!

Thursday, 12 August 2010

Some pictures from Perth Agricultural Show.

We went with the children to the local agricultural show and with the weather turning warm in the afternoon there was a lot to enjoy, be it animals, entertainment or machinery, there was something for everyone.

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A ringside seat and a tableful of food , this family came well prepared.
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Wednesday, 11 August 2010

More bouncing, swinging, jumping, driving and patting!

Yes, yet another day at another "adventure" park with a pack of children. These places have sprung up all over the country and are probably the result of the call to farmers to diversify. On fine days during the school holidays they are mobbed and probably generate quite some revenue.

This one we visited is near Dunbar, east of Edinburgh, and has, in addition to the usual playthings, a collection of animals, some of them being usual farm creatures but also some more unusual types and most are very tame. I can hardly believe that my grandchildren from down south were all excited about feeding a sheep. We, as children, took these beasts for granted.

This train travels round the part of the park containing the livestock

The Fort is a new addition this year.

These tunnels on a mound resemble a rabbits' warren.

..and this speaks for itself!

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The gang loved feeding the goats.

..and even the fallow deer came over for food.

This is a rhea chick, about 10 inches high, which had escaped into the adjoining enclosure from its mother's.

Doesn't it look like some of sort miniature dinosaur?

The llamas, as usual, were rather haughty looking.

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