So, Welsh holiday in ruins, we had to find something to take our minds off the fact we had a week off work and nothing to do with it. Having conversed with a lurcher-owner in the fields recently, he mentioned the Cheshire Game and Country Fair.
Said it was a dog-friendly affair. Which is great because we weren’t the only ones disappointed that the Wales cottage hadn’t worked out. This was also meant to be a holiday for The Dog. So we went. And it was everything the guy had talked it up to be. Where else can you find ferret racing..
and the most you can lose is 50p.
Speed chainsaw carving competitions.
Watch a caped man with a pigeon on his head being dragged by a galloping horse.
Shoot things for £2.50.
See stuffed chicken mounting horses.
Laugh hysterically as a safety crew scramble to locate the back up extinguisher to put out a burning man when they realised the first one was empty.
Cheer on a random selection of dogs racing each other. (not captured here, but we witnessed a pug beat a bloodhound. For reals).
Of course, with that much excitement and access to beer, some of us didn’t make it through the day.
And that’s a shame because some of the attractions had great promise.
So, balls to Wales, it’s all happening here. And that made us very happy indeed.
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