This year was the third year we attended the Dorset County fair, it's five minutes from our house and full of all manner of animals, agricultural equipment and booze (always a good combination I find) chuck in a very fast feris wheel your six year old insists on going on in the torrential rain, a toddler who wants to pet every goat (even the bity ones) and you've got yourself our typical county fair experience.
So as a 'not from round ere' type, what do you need to survive it?
Firstly you'll need Wellington boots, no matter the weather, you'll be so grateful you have some seriously sturdy boots between you and the poo, there's a LOT of poo at a county fair.
You'll definitely need to like or at least tolerate dogs, because holy moly it's like Cruffs with mud, every breed of dog seems to descend on Dorchester and roam around a couple of fields for two days, seemingly ownerless.
Embrace cider, even if your not a cider drinker, drink it, it usually taste like it was made in someone's old sock, or as I like to call it, 'prison issue cider', but it will give you a nice 'don't care about the poo all over my kids new trainers ' kind of buzz.
Be prepared to walk a lot, really a lot, so if you have whiny kids who just want to spend all your money or just want to go repeatedly on the helter skelter then plan a quick route round, otherwise you'll end up sitting on soggy grass trying to drink you prison issue cider wishing you could put a six year old in a buggy!
For all its obstacles for a townie like me, like mud, poor choice of clothing, my aversion to tweed two pieces, the County fair is a great day out, my kids sat on every tractor they can find/sneak on to, they saw sheep shearing, some kind of tiny horse racing, they get to see animals up close and real artisan crafts being made. It is a unique experience and it will take an entire day, but I know no matter what the weather (torrential rain this year, absolutely horrendous puddles inside my shoes at one point ) no matter if my kid tries to adopt a very large pig, or the other one declares he wants to be a farmer when he's older...I'll be going back time and time again because it really is quite a lot of fun.
Saturday, 3 September 2016
Friday, 2 September 2016
Hello
Welcome to my little blog, here I'll mostly talk about the joys and trials of growing up in North London to raising kids in West Dorset. I will throw in a few lovely photos, the odd recipe and maybe a review or two....
A bit about us.
We are a family of four, my husband and I have been together for 10 years and met, dated and had our first baby in London, when baby number two came along we decided to up sticks and move to the countryside....well that was the plan, but being life long 'townies' we couldn't quite commit to the proper countryside and so settled for Dorchester, the county town of Dorset, Camden Town it is not but it has its own unique charms.
We've already been here two years, and in the time I've owned and closed a business, seen my eldest son start school and my youngest just about to start nursery, I still feel like the new family on the street, and every beach day makes me feel like I'm on holiday, I am constantly surprised by the stunning views, I still laugh at the way folk pronounce the word tractor (including my own kids now!) And I still can't quite believe we actually live here.
Thanks for stopping by.
A bit about us.
We are a family of four, my husband and I have been together for 10 years and met, dated and had our first baby in London, when baby number two came along we decided to up sticks and move to the countryside....well that was the plan, but being life long 'townies' we couldn't quite commit to the proper countryside and so settled for Dorchester, the county town of Dorset, Camden Town it is not but it has its own unique charms.
We've already been here two years, and in the time I've owned and closed a business, seen my eldest son start school and my youngest just about to start nursery, I still feel like the new family on the street, and every beach day makes me feel like I'm on holiday, I am constantly surprised by the stunning views, I still laugh at the way folk pronounce the word tractor (including my own kids now!) And I still can't quite believe we actually live here.
Thanks for stopping by.
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