Grand-Dog

I was hoping to watch the Grand-dog win prize for the handsomest dog or waggiest tail, possibly most obedient (unlikely) but in fact he didn't compete as his boss was still standing in a queue for chips, which resulted in a further wait for their cooking.
In fact, all the food outlets were overwhelmed by demand for lunches and goodies, including the Wee Cake Lady, who also makes fabulous fudge.
Meanwhile, Mr Flum and I had shopped at the Portuguese stall for savouries and wonderful pastel de nata so were free to watch the other dogs - and what a mix there was.

I don't know what classes we were watching but a beautiful black standard poodle won a red rosette and silver cup (edit: this was Finn, the handsomest male); another class consisted of a wide variety of breeds, I've no idea how they were judged. There were so many dogs in attendance besides those competing they might all have won just for behaving themselves as there was no fighting and only a little barking.

So what was this show? The Roslin Fete, with magic, music and dancing, little ones in fancy dress, stalls selling crafts, jewellery, toiletries, toys and much more with bouncy castle and the local play park for kids to let off steam.

We caught up with the Flumlet, proud owner of a winner's medal for a running race, a new airfix model and waving a sword, with S organising the dancers, with Miss Flum (whose drive we had borrowed for parking) and, main photo, the Grand-dog himself, giving a paw to B in the hope of a treat (sadly, denied).

The forecasted rain made an early attempt but shied off for an hour or so, starting again just as we were leaving with Miss Flum and heading to her house for a sit-down and cuppa and those Portuguese tarts - they may be cheaper in the supermarkets but not as large, full and delicious as these.

 The rain continued heavily and I felt sorry for the stall holders packing up their gear and wet gazebos, and for the organisers waiting until the site was clear. But it was a great success, a happy  crowd of all ages, just as a village fete should be.