I have often written of the joys of living in a small town, the sense of community, wonderful countryside, friendly folk, a more relaxed lifestyle, slow food, local produce markets and special events like a festival in praise of the common spud. There are tractor pulls, vintage tractor ploughing by the local farmers who relish putting their trusty old machines through the mud once more, and various other sometimes eccentric activities to enjoy.
One town nearby is celebrating its annual Daffodil Festival, so despite having a garden absolutely full of many varieties of Daffs, I went to have a look at what was going on. I cannot see the connection to the Daffodil, and was surprised when I came across something I had only heard about, but never seen – Ferret racing! There were about 30-40 folk, young and old, each with at least one ferret who were competing for a number of trophies. The ferrets all had names, very smart carrying cages with hammock type beds made out of polar fleece in which to lounge until it was their turn, and much chat amongst the owners. The race consisted of putting the ferret into a 3 metre long piece of poly pipe, and the first one completely out, tail and all, was the winner. Not all of them were speedsters either! Amazing! Luckily I had the camera with me. Click on any image for a larger view.