Hen party...

We went to a quaint little agricultural show yesterday with a small sheepdog trial for charity. The spectators were protected from the sheep by a roll of snow fencing (why do they need snow fencing in the UK?)...actually, many of the trials we have been to have had no fencing at all, as the dogs are expected to take care of the sheep. It would be a litigator's dream in North America.

We arrived just as they broke for lunch and we were invited for tea. Even at a small rural show, this was done with proper china tea cups and saucers, four of us ladies sitting around chatting.

The rural qualities of Britain were emphasized by the poster for a dear lost animal on the tea room window...




The trial itself was entertaining. It took four people to hold the uncooperative sheep near the stake. They were just over the crest of a hill so you were never 100% sure if your sheep were there or if you should send your dog. You had to climb over a rocky ditch, go through the spectators and the car park to take your sheep to the exhaust at the end of your run. Just a typical day at a sheepdog trial...

Mary Lou and Dyna had yet another stellar run, finishing in second, one point off the lead.

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