Only from tv coverage - I haven't been down there personally. Some of the photos aren't very sharp, but hey ho . . . Enjoy. Best first, and the main reason I was watching the coverage yesterday - the Welsh Cob stallion class. WOW is all I can say. Some superb horses forward. They stand in the collecting ring and come in breathing fire to hurtle at a superb powerful trot down past the judges - first impressions and all that.
A winning and beautiful very feminine Section A (Welsh Mountain) mare. The commentary was all in Welsh, so I didn't get names.
An entry in the Section B Welsh (there are 4 sections). I think this colt went on to win his class.
Another Section A in action.
A snippet from the sheep-shearing. Each competitor has a set number of sheep to shear and the quickest wins. They were very deft and even an awkward sheep was expertly and calmly handled.
Pair of Beef cattle - the chestnut brown pair won. They had come down from Scotland I think. I wasn't sure if it was father and progeny. The judge was very thorough.
Finally, a view from up the lane of a fraction of the caravans, cars, tents etc on site. Every field around the showground is crammed with the same, and the young farmers have a gigantic site a mile or so out of town. It rained steadily all afternoon yesterday so I imagine they had a busy time of hauling cars from the car parks with local tractors.
Right, 20 to 4 (a.m.) now so I am back off to bed. Hoping I can sleep now.
Morning now, 9 a.m., the sun's out and I am planning to be back out in the garden in several areas. There is still SO MUCH to do out there - clearing the shrubs end of the bank now the grass is just standing hay. The hedge is an overgrown mess and I would like to carry on clearing the house end of the bank, and planting that up. No peace for the wicked.
Welsh Cob day at the Royal Welsh is the best day of all. You can't beat a Welsh Cob stallion for looks they are such handsome little animals. Well, not so little. One of my favourite days of the year is the Barley Fair, Cardigan where they run the Welsh Cobs through the streets.
ReplyDeleteI quite believe you about the alcohol. If the drinking habits of the young farmers are anything to go by. They turn into farmers who drink too. Lol..
We only ever went to the Royal Welsh once, and we swore never again, the sheer crowds were just too much, but we did enjoying watching all the pig classes and seeing people that we knew.
ReplyDeleteI miss working with my Mountain Man's Welsh Mountain ponies..just Section A, but still just over 11 hands...and just like dogs, it is interesting to see how breed standards have changed over the years
ReplyDeleteOne of the horses I used to exercise around the streets of Stepney (East London) used to be shown at The Royal Welsh each year. He was a lovely Welsh cob stallion called Louie, can't remember his proper name. he was very good natured especially as he hadn't been broken in for riding, just driving and showing.
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