I don't know how my Dad does it -I'm shattered from pushing Mum's wheelchair all afternoon. It was over a bumpy field, which must be harder than standard pavement. I suspect I will ache tomorrow.
Well worth waking at 5.40 - I forget how lovely the light can be early morning. It was a glorious drive up and I made it in time to display our entries in the tent. I managed to catch my Dad being interviewed live on the radio and felt very proud - he's been the Secretary of the show - in his element, but worked his socks off.
Next year's show isn't going to clash with the Bank Holiday either, so I'll be back :)
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