The cold rain swept through yesterday and brought autumn with it, which means it’s time for The Fair.
The Tunbridge World’s Fair, held annually since 1867, has everything you’d expect in a modern-day agricultural fair:
- a midway full of rides put together by people you hope had a good night’s sleep the night before
- games you can’t win, and even if you do, what you win is made of plastic and bound to fall apart in ten minutes
- folks selling Mexican blankets, “Indian” art, t-shirts, trinkets, toy tractors, mugs, jewelry, and things made out of feathers and beads
- log splitting demonstrations, oxen pulling, black smithing demonstrations, and horse shows
- giant vegetables, prize-winning cookies and pies, slabs of fudge, towering sunflowers, and student artwork
- barn after barn of cattle, pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, rabbits, and the heat-lamp table where the newly hatched chicks strut around
- roasted corn, fried dough, french fries, caramel apples, maple-flavored everything, apple cider, bbq, yam and bean burritos, and
freediscount root beer if you remember your refillable mug from last year’s fair - pig races, pony rides, and parades
- goats
In other words, everything a gal could want.
Update: We had a wonderful time, but we forgot the darn mug!