Sunday, 22 September 2013
West Grinstead ploughing match and country show
Yesterday (Saturday 21st September 2013) I visited my first country show of the autumn. As traditional as they come, West Grinstead Ploughing match was an absolute pleasure. Beneath the overcast autumn sky, tractors of all shapes and sized drew straight furrows across the stubble field, joined by two pairs of working horses straining against their harness to plough through the heavy soil. Belts whirred and engines coughed as an old threshing machine chugged and the air was filled with smoke and the nostalgic smell of coal from bellowing steam engines. In the ring, beasts paraded for the judges critical eye, strong of leg and spirit. around the fields, at the edge of the ring or dotted amongst trade stands gathering of friends formed, catching up on the summer's gossip, whilst children played and dogs yawned, their view filled with Wellington boots.