My daughter, Sophie, grandson, Adam, and I made it along there on Sunday afternoon. Rain had poured down since the night before and we took waterproofs. However, when we arrived the sun was shining and with it a welcoming warmth, so we left our waterproofs behind in the car.
Hardly had we entered the main area of the Fair than huge, black clouds blew in from the west and towered over us. Spots of rain fell. We looked at each other and regretted our folly. No time to go back to the car though, so we hastened towards booths that looked welcoming.
Such a one was this one with its furniture made of the antlers of red and fallow deer.
I always think that this device for luring foxes to their death is a particularly unpleasant one. Inside the plastic barrel, which must be kept shut for reasons of health and safety, are the decaying remains of other creatures that have been killed for whatever reason, and the fox is lured towards this, but has to make its way along paths on which snares have been set.
Polecats, along with other Goodsbadsanduglies, are protected, but they belong to a species that is extending its range after being driven almost to extinction, and this is something that some shooting folk do not like.