Cornwall Cavalcade

The sun shone down for the first few hours of the Western music festival & cavalcade at the racecourse in Perth. It gave us just enough time to scoff a picnic, catch up with an old pal I've not seen in about 10 yeas, listen to some of the bands and get a pint in for the kids and an ice cream cone for the adults.

Twenty minutes in and the blue skies that were making us all marvel and question how the weather reports could be SO wrong when the sky turned a murderous colour of grey and the weather reports were suddenly 100% accurate. Gah.

Still, we had a bloody great time, the bands were great and there was a brilliant atmosphere. My Mum took Ida home early as she was so exhausted but Arlo stayed on with us. And a good thing he did too - we managed to squeeze him into the Best Dressed Cowkid competition at the very end, just as the winner was about to be announced. I wasn't sure he was going to be allowed to take part as we were so late in getting to the stage because we'd missed the announcement for it starting, but thankfully the compere spotted him and in the same breath as saying 'And the winner is....' he swiftly added 'and here we have a last minute contender - it's the boy and his pony!'

He came, he posed, he got a massive cheer from the crowd and the prize was his!

'And the winner is..... the boy and his pony!!" - the crowd went wild! Cue several other slightly miffed looking cowkids who were all hoping to hear their own names being called out as the winner. Oh dear.

He got his photo taken by a professional photographer (and loved EVERY minute of it), claimed his prize (family pass to the races family day next month) and was rewarded with a poke of chips for being so brill.

Muchos fun all in all, despite the rain. We decided to leave after rain drops started to run out of our eyebrows and down our noses. To be honest, if we'd left it any later Arlo would have popped with the excitement of getting home to tell his Granny all about his good fortune.

He was utterly, utterly delighted. I hope he always remembers this - and although I'm biased, he was a darn tootin' good lookin' cowboy...