To the Fair! They said it was going to be humid and it certainly was: some might even say dampish. Out from Grimspound, up and over and round Hameldown. There certainly is a track marked on the map, most likely a track on the ground but six feet of bracken made for fun. Down the steep track to the sounds of the fair significantly delayed by the delicious blackberries. The fair was in full swing with all sorts of delights especially the lightning, clap of thunder and downpour. Uncle Tom Cobley was there, ferret racing, sheep, cattle, tractors, old cars, duck gathering, dog show, the hunt ... but best of all the wonderful west country voices of the announcers.
Always a delight to go to Widecombe Fair.