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I have an Official Name Tag.

Tomorrow is the big day in Evandale, the Village Fair & National Penny Farthing Championships. Last year you might or might not remember it was a bit, well, looking at the photos actually a bit sad. Thinking off all the preparation and organisation that went into it, and even the work that had been that day and the day before. All for naught.

This year, it's promising clear skies and 32oC. Sunscreen and lots of drinks.

Also this year, we're not having our own stall so, according to my mother, I can wander about and take photos and help out on the sales stall. For which I have an Official Name Tag.

Slight lack of enthusiasm on my part though, I've taken photos of all this before. What new approach can I take this year? :\

To finish, some random photos from last November's substitute championships.



That's how you mount.

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These are from this year. No words: make up your own story.



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The parade displays all the other things that are happening during the day, other than the actual racing and the things for sale stalls



Of course, you always hear these things long before they arrive.

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I think my feet and legs ache everywhere it's possible to ache. Although that's an improvement on earlier, when everything ached.

We had a stall today, at the Evandale Village Fair and National Penny Farthing Championships. Being outside at Evandale, we expected it to be windy and afternoon showers were predicted. By showers we expected rain like yesterday: it comes in fast, drenches everything with heavy, wind-drive rain, blows over about 10 minutes later; repeat all day so nothing can be done outside because of the rain, all 4 mm of it.

So we took things that could handle a bit of rain, or would be safe under our pavilion, but more importantly, we took the wind into account. Because we usually spend our time at Evandale chasing things and picking frames up off the ground. So we took heavy things. We put loose papery things were in folders. We put frames on only the lowest level of the bookshelf we used. And we blutacced down everything prone to flightiness. See!


So for most of the day, while other people were chasing things around the ground, we just had to put the occasional frame back upright, and hold onto the pavilion. Mother bought us a pavilion to keep the sun off. It did that. It also moved around in a worrying sort of way when the wind blew. And it did blow, so we spent much of our time holding onto bits of the frame to relieve the pressure.

About 1.30 pm, the wind changed direction and became gusty. The sort of gusty that comes along with various weather warnings. The sort that makes sun pavilions bow, and blows shelves off tables, breaking glass ornaments and thimbles, and makes folder flap pages flap alarmingly. I know the time because the shelf blew over just before everyone went off to be in/watch the Grand Parade, and the wind got worse, so I there I was, with the shelf and assorted bits were still scattered across the grass, watching the wind tug pictures out of a folder and blow them away, and holding onto the leg of a sun pavilion that was trying to get horizontal, and hoping, hoping, something else didn't get caught in that wind.

Then the 7 year old arrived to chase loose pictures, and the guy from the adjoining stall tightened the front of the pavilion to secure it.

When sister finally returned, we dismantled the thing. The wind got worse though, and we started to pack up, early but slowly. By the time we done, almost everyone else had gone or was going.

Other than the bloody wind, it was a good day and, in case you were wondering what the view was like from behind a stall, here are some photos. All taken from our seats at the back, or while holding onto a leg of the sun pavilion.

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