Yesterday, we went to the fair.
What used to be known as the Atlantic National Exhibition has suffered some downsizing over the years, and is now called the Saint John Exhibition.
I don’t mind. Growing up in southern Ontario, I occasionally went to the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto. It was and is humongous. I don’t deal well with humongous.
The Saint John Exhibition, on the other hand, is just right. There’s a barn with farm animals for the kiddies. Another barn houses the poultry judging, and a third the horticultural competitions (what lovely squash!). One tent is dedicated to six hours a day of folk music acts. For those of you nostalgic for the Freak Show, a toonie gets you into the Reptile Tent, where the handler makes hourly presentations.
Outdoors, a lumberjack show, a dog agility demonstration, and a raptor exhibition are each held once or twice a day. And of course there’s the midway: the rides (a good half of them for the tiny tots), the candy floss, the games of chance.
All that, with FREE admission and FREE parking. The only money E.g. and I spent were on the souvlakis, pop, and candy apple we had for supper.
Of course we took our cameras. I’ve brought home some photos that I thought you might like. Many of the pix, in fact, were taken with one or another of you in mind. They’re in chronological order. Enjoy!
For Goodbear: Look at that devoted Agility Demo Dog!
For Barefootheart: a bite of grass and a bin of melon protectors.
For Tony: A shooting gallery, research possibilities at the poutine booth, and naval reminiscences on the good ship Sea Ray.
For S. Le: Unfortunately, we missed the Lumberjack show. But let’s all sing along with Monty Python!
“I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lavat’ry;
On Wednesdays I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea.”
For Livingisdetail: a moment of bliss.
For Lolarusa: please go to E.g.’s blog for her photo of a retro candy floss booth that would make a perfect backdrop for all those 60s sweater patterns:
For Pennycat: 1942, lovingly restored.
For Jayne: until the Greater Melbourne Area improves its public transit schedule, you and the Feral Kidlet might consider a pair of these for your jaunts to Dunolly and Bendigo. There were three altogether in the farm-animal barn.
For Seabrooke: We didn’t get to the Raptor show either. How about a quail?
For Shelley: an Indian Runner Duck. Let the Cardi herding practice begin!
For Alyson: a Hamburg Silver Spangled hen. Beautiful — even in moult.
For Stephanie: invite this couple to your next baby shower!
For special-guest blog reader Aunt Theodora: the Duck Pond — a little different from the one at the end of your road?
Finally, for Dennis the Vizsla: Fetch your fedora, professor, because another adventure is about to begin!