Aimee Horton

When you visit the Lincolnshire Show

Jun
24

A few weeks ago, just as I was about to press the button on Dottie (SEE! I’m still catching up!), The Chunk and I got invited to attend the Lincolnshire Show. For those who don’t know about The Show it has evolved into a one stop event for families, schools and couples looking for a fun, educational and entertaining day celebrating all that’s great about Lincolnshire. The Show’s roots will always be in agriculture, but now shopping, delicious food, attractions and rides all have a place in the 200 acre Showground.

Having not been for years, since I was a teenager and going on school trips, I said a hurried yes, and forgot all about it while I busied myself attempting to keep my head above water.

**I KNOW I’m a broken record, I have no idea how long it will be before I actually have my feet firmly on the ground again, or my life back in any sort of order, but I’m getting there slowly. The kids homework is no longer done with “mummy doing her homework too” (making notes longhand), Mr Aimee and I are nearly eating proper meals every day again, I went for a run AND YOU CAN ALMOST SEE MY LOUNGE FLOOR AGAIN (admittedly you can’t see my bed anymore but that’s fine, one thing at a time). **

Anyway, as the day approached I decided the best way to check out The Show properly was to use my press pass as a ticket, and not visit the press tent. To give you proper insight into the experience I needed enjoy it as a mum having a day out with a rather strong willed three-year-old. Renowned for legging it at every opportunity, I took precautions, although after a rather spectacular tantrum over some ‘shreddies in a pot’ that morning I nearly wrote “good luck” on his kattoo rather than my mobile number.

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I’d heard stories about the traffic, but actually it was a breeze, I flew up the A46 in the dedicated show traffic lane and bumped poor Filoola-the-Fiat into a field and into a parking space. We got out and I gave a lecture to The Chunk about sticking with me, and then together we made our way in.

As soon as we walked through the gate and handed over our ticket The Chunk spotted the helter-skelter and instantly demanded a we go there. Luckily however his attention was quickly caught by the massive steam trains and huge diggers. We headed into the thick of it, and spent a happy time sitting on and next to some “ginormous” tractors. 

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See it’s THIS big!

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He asked if we could buy it. Seriously.

 

We wandered through the trade show, The Chunk quite liked the idea of getting a Range Rover after he saw it ‘climbing that massive mountain’ and we checked out JCB’s, cranes, and I seriously considered joining up the the WI when I checked out their stall – but I think I would fail dismally. Finally, after he’d given me a chance to check out the horses we found the fair.

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He could smile forever x

He could smile forever x

The Falcons!

The Falcons!

I was super impressed with the THE POD van which had a load of free toys which kept The Chunk occupied for ages while I sat and watched the Red Arrows showing off in the sky, wowing everyone every time they flew past.

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A bit later we met up with a friend used the bribe of an ice-cream to get The Chunk into his pushchair so that we could have a wander around before bribing with more snacks so that we could go in the Joules tent (the queue was immense – but who can blame them with that discount?!).

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The Show wasn’t how I remembered it -but then that’s because at 13 I went and bought a fake belly-ring and pretended that I’d got it pierced. My mum HIT THE ROOF – Anyway, I digress, I remembered it as a day off school, a day collecting goodie bags and bugs, of chatting to boys and generally being a teenager in probably too-short shorts and fake tattoos. These days I looked at it through different eyes. Through the days I was checking it out from a non-agriculture perspective, let’s face it, we all know my joules wellies were bought because they matched my kitchen and are probably cleaner than when I bought them. But it was a good way of looking at things, even if my nose for smells caused me to hold my breath all the way through the sheep tent. Totes worth it for this cool dude though.

DUDE!

DUDE!

The food side of things was AH-AMZE-ING. So amazing that I forgot to take any photos of my actual food because I was too busy stuffing my face. The cookery demonstrations, the stalls selling local produce caused me to mentally gain a stone, and has reminded me how awesome good local food is.

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The day raced actually, and when it was nearly time to go and get The Beast we watched the school choirs on the stage before playing hook-a-duck and having a rather undignified ride on the carasoul (NEXT YEAR WEAR SHORTS NOT A SKIRT) and parted ways. The Chunk and I walking – slowly – back to the car. Just as my legs were aching, and he was flagging holding the frog he’d won on hook-a-duck close to him, the sun came out again, I walked past the horse events, and with the music playing the red arrows flew over again. We stood watching, and as I looked around me I felt a huge sense of pride. 

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Everyone was smiling, laughing, joking. I heard little snippets of conversations “we’re so lucky…” “wow, they’re amazing” “what a fantastic…” and I thought. Yes, we are. It’s not often you get an event, which even if on the offset it isn’t your cup of tea, can keep everyone happy, and cause so much good will.

IMAGE CREDIT: Lincolnshire Echo. My attempt was awful.

IMAGE CREDIT: Lincolnshire Echo. My attempt was awful.

My only three regrets are that I couldn’t see everything, I missed watching the Lincs FM team perform as a choir and that I forgot where I parked my car. 

If you want to see more of what was going on – check out the photos here 

I was gifted the tickets to The Show in return for an honest post. 

Everything I have written is totally true. Let’s face it – I wouldn’t lie about being stupid enough to forget where I parked my car.

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