Growing up in the rural farmland of Illinois in the American midwest, the annual county fair was a much anticipated event. I have fond memories of elephant ears and caramel apples, riding the thrilling Tilt-A-Whirl, stock car races, farm animal competitions (remember Charlotte’s Web ?), and my favourite: the cooking and crafts tents. The county fair was just plain FUN!
After I moved to England, I was so happy to discover that the county fair/county show was alive and well on this side of the pond (where the whole idea probably originated anyway). Mr. Tea and I have now been to several of these (Egham Royal Show and Royal County of Berkshire Show) and mark our calendar with the dates every year. We arrive promptly at opening time, and try to see and do everything we can before early afternoon when the crowds begin to swell.
Come on, let’s go for a walk and I’ll show you around, where you will see:
“Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.”