I have been going to the Easter Show for as long as I can remember. As a child, it really seemed like the greatest show on earth. In recent years, it has become more apparent that the Show is losing some of it's lustre. Viewing it from the perspective of a Mama and the actual changing face of the show itself, have no doubt contributed to this feeling. There was a time when it was all about the samples, the giveaways, the freebies. Children were welcomed with open arms and made to feel special regardless of the size of their parent's wallets. Much of that spirit and generosity has fallen by the wayside. Maybe it's a sign of the times.
My Mama and I decided to take the boys along this year and we rolled up nice and early last Thursday, for opening day. Because I am acutely aware of the giant money pit that is the Show nowadays, I was determined to make the most of the simple things on offer. Displays showcasing the incredible talent, magnificent creativity and delightful produce, this country has to offer. The various 'hands on' experiences dotted throughout... the boys even managed to dig for vegetables in purpose built vegie patches. All the beautiful animals, primped and groomed and looking lovely for judging. The farmyard nursery, an instant hit with Angus... for Felix who was terrified of the 'free range' set up of the animals in the venue, not so much.
I packed food and drinks, so the only purchase in that domain was an icecream. We avoided rides. Did not set foot in the showbag pavilion, as neither of the boys even have the slightest idea of the showbag concept anyway. And the one and only keepsake I allowed Nana to buy them, was a colourful pinwheel each. Which they loved. And they had a ball... and we had a ball watching them. When quizzed about his favourite part of the day, Angus will answer without hesitation "parking on level 7 of the big whirly car park... we drove down, down, round and round all the ramps!" No. joke. Whilst he does go on to reflect on various other moments, his primary memory is of the darn carpark. Any guilty feelings I may of had about being too frugal, go straight out the window. And it's just as well I keep this blog as a record of all the 'other' things enjoyed on the day.