Friday, 12 June 2009

Fieldays, Hamilton 2009

We could not have picked a wetter day to go to an agricultural show!!!!! We were so glad we had bought our wellies.

We drove through the most dreadful rain on the way over to the show which is between Cambridge and Hamilton and is a cross between the Suffolk/Norfolk show and the Ideal Home exhibition and is on a huge site.

When we got there Jon went off with one of his colleagues to look at sprayers, chemical cabinets and generators so Heather and I went off on our own. First stop was for coffee, hot chocolate and a muffin. We then braved the rain and looked around for two hours or more. I am sure, had it not been for the rain, it was very good. We spent quite some time in the food marquee and sampled some interesting things including fried brussel sprouts with garlic and almonds, very good. Heather tried some very nice ice cream and we tried chilli chocolate and raspberry truffles.

The out door displays were, amongst other things, chainsaw demonstrations and tractor races all very good if you are into that sort of thing. One tent was selling hot roast beef sandwiches and had a big cow in the tent - mean!

The rain certainly did not stop the Kiwis attending and the place was very busy. With all the lovely food about we probably chose the worst place to eat but we were past caring at the time. We met up with Jon after lunch and had a quick look around with him as he had spent the whole time talking.

The rain had really started to fall heavily and so we decided enough was enough and headed to a very boggy car park but we managed to get onto the hard road without any problems even though they had quad bikes to pull cars out I was glad we did not need to.

The drive back was just as bad and over the Kaima Mountains, where the view is breathtaking on a good day, you couldn't see a thing. I was very glad to get home.

We had fish and chips for dinner and Jon lit the fire and it was good to feel warm and cosy.

Heather is getting the wrong impression of New Zealand which is a pity.

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