Horsham Agricultural Show
After a pretty good night’s sleep, we got out of bed, walked the dog, then wandered off to see the local agricultural show, which is unfortunately timed to coincide with Melbourne’s one, which we’ll totally do at some point, we just haven’t yet. Breezed in the gates because Sabriena pre-bought tickets (going up to an empty queue with a ticket scanner instead of the cash line which was probably 30-people deep).
Honestly, we had a lot better time this year. Last year’s show kinda felt like it was dying, it was smaller than the previous year, had less interesting stuff, and the food wasn’t great. This year we opted to skip the dagwood dogs (always, if I’m being honest, a poor imitation of a corndog and entirely unsatisfactory despite the fact I basically look forward to it every year), and instead wandered around. The food vans were segregated, with the usual carnival mobs over by the rides, but out the back in the caravan field they had a bunch of local food vans, where we found one that was selling Souvlaki in pita. I’m not sure if they’re actually local or not (I’ve certainly never seen that food truck, but it’s not like I’m a connoisseur of automotive food vendors) but either way it was fucking fantastic.
We watched the herding dogs compete for a bit, one that we watched did very poorly, I’m suspecting he was still a pup. Then it was time for the wrestling… Sabriena was a WCW/WWF kid, and still somewhat misses it, and a local Victorian production was putting on a wrestling match in one of the pavilions, so we went and watched that. It’s the second time we’ve watched them, and what I absolutely love about them is that even though they’re playing in a shithole shed (this time was a nicer shed, to be fair) to about 20 people, they sell it like they’re at Madison Square Garden. You really can’t knock them for effort, and they put on a good show. Sabriena enjoyed it, and interestingly so did Duncan - who looked decidedly unimpressed the first time we were there.
After that we wandered around some more, saw some animals, looked at the rides but decided against it, settled a bet (I insisted that the clowns with rotating heads, you put ping-pong balls in them to win prizes, Sabriena insisted they were the american style ones where you shoot water out of oversized water-pistols into them - I won, for once), and then headed out.
We decided not to come back for the fireworks, instead opting to stay home and calm the dog.
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