Sunday saw the annual Cambridgeshire County Show, held at Wimpole Hall. We all enjoy going to country shows - including Isla - so this event was a must.
One of the highlights of every show is the "Terrier Racing", but I've never attempted to photograph it before. There's probably a good reason for this; but, nothing ventured, nothing gained. The "sport" takes the form of a lure (which looks suspiciously like an old sock) on a string, which is dragged across the ground by a bloke pedalling like fury on an upside-down bicycle. Add a load of untrained dogs (only some of whom were terriers) and what could possibly go wrong?
First, the calm before the storm.
And they're off...
Occasionally the whole thing goes pear-shaped, though, when the string falls off the bicycle wheel. The result is that the lure stops dead in its tracks, and the dogs need to do an abrupt "about turn".
Talk amongst yourselves while the technology is fixed...
Sometimes the lure gets trapped at the end of the run. I never worked out whether this was intentional or not; but, when it happens, a certain amount of manual intervention is needed.
Rather more sedate were the Soverign Quarter Horses from March, who were demonstrating their "cowboy" riding style - complete with stetsons and chaps.
The poor horse and rider were completely dwarfed by the farm machinery leviathan in the background.
Finally, a miscellany from the day. First up a fence-weaver who was demonstrating his skill.
Next, one of the robotic lawn mowers which had been let loose on an unsuspecting public. The algorithm appeared to be "go forwards until you hit something, then back off a bit and try a different direction". High quality engineering? I'm not convinced...
Then the traditional helter-skelter.
A couple of birds who were part of a display: a Hooded Vulture and a Steller's Eagle. The latter is an absolutely enormous bird, and it certainly dwarfed the Bald Eagle which was skulking in the shadows at the back.
Finally, Mr Sheep Shearer between shifts.
Random postings from an itinerant engineer who would rather be taking pictures or catching trout on the fly...
Showing posts with label Wimpole. Show all posts
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Monday, 3 June 2019
Saturday, 11 August 2018
Proper swimming
You may remember that Isla was less than enthusiastic when she first met water, but she's grown up a lot during the last two months. Harriet and I took her for a walk at Wimpole Hall this afternoon, and a couple of other dogs were having great fun swimming in one of the lakes. Needless to say Isla didn't want to be left out, so we decided to see how she would cope on this occasion. We needn't have worried, though - even when the water became significantly deeper than she expected and proper swimming was the order of the day.
I'm a big girl now...
The swans, thankfully, were protected by a raft of water lilies.
We'd like to go swimming again, please...
I'm a big girl now...
The swans, thankfully, were protected by a raft of water lilies.
We'd like to go swimming again, please...
Location:
Wimpole, Royston SG8 5QD, UK
Saturday, 14 April 2018
Waterlogged Wimpole
On Friday afternoon I had the hare-brained idea that Wimpole Hall would be a good location to walk Isla in relatively calm and peaceful surroundings. This failed miserably on two counts: firstly, I didn't realise that the schools were still on holiday, meaning that there were kids everywhere; and, secondly, the grounds were so waterlogged that only the main gravel car park was open. This soon filled up, of course, meaning that there was a queue to get in - even at lunchtime. Isla was a little worried by the noise of the cars and the number of kids running around, but eventually we managed to cajole her into the (relatively empty) area in front of the hall. At this point she started to enjoy her walk.
For a labrador, Isla is a bit of a wuss when it comes to water. Puddles have to be avoided at all costs, and she really doesn't like rain at all. Still, the occasional Gravy Bone as a bribe did seem to help a bit.
She was glad to be back in the safety of our crate after such an exhausting outing. What cruel and thoughtless humans she's been saddled with...
Vital statistics at 13 weeks old:
Weight: 8.2kg
Situation with cats: Desperately frustrated that they won't play with her, so there is much barking and jumping around in an attempt to spur them into action. Needless to say, it doesn't work...
For a labrador, Isla is a bit of a wuss when it comes to water. Puddles have to be avoided at all costs, and she really doesn't like rain at all. Still, the occasional Gravy Bone as a bribe did seem to help a bit.
She was glad to be back in the safety of our crate after such an exhausting outing. What cruel and thoughtless humans she's been saddled with...
Vital statistics at 13 weeks old:
Weight: 8.2kg
Situation with cats: Desperately frustrated that they won't play with her, so there is much barking and jumping around in an attempt to spur them into action. Needless to say, it doesn't work...
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