Caught the one bus from Ballarat to Clunes this Saturday to go to the Clunes Show.
The one hundred and fifty first Clunes Agricultural Show smelt of pine and eucalypt, wet earth and and animals, with a tang of cooking oil and hot sugar.
Clunes has a lovely showground. It's green, full of huge old trees and sits at the very edge of a hill looking over the vast country around.
I couldn't make my camera encompass what I was looking at. The show ring sits against the sky and the mountain, a calmly busy space. This is the best of a poor set of images.
There was a shed full of wool and shearing.
Traditional bakery contest - I loved the sponges, fruitcakes, shortbread on their fly-proof shelves.
Preserves of pride- jams, jellies and pickles,
Garden produce, and children's artwork.
I admired the goats and chooks of varied breeds and beauty, put some money in the Ferret Society's Ferret Rescue tin and snacked at the CWA stall.
But the best were the miniature donkeys.
I've loved donkeys since I got to look after two of them at Ceres over quite a few years. Could I fit a couple of these into my yard and go walking with them in Victoria Park?