An agricultural show is an agricultural show where ever you are.. but no, true, there are many similarities, but there are so many differences.
Today, the October mist failed to lift even by mid afternoon, but this seemed to heighten the smells, the noise and the colour at this agricultural fete in a small unknown village in rural Brittany.
A donkey, unwatched by the continual stream of people was quite contentedly ploughing a small area of the field, yet he seemed to 'sit' comfortably next to the modern ploughing equipment on show.
The colours of the gourds, pumpkins and autumnal flowers were superb and the upbeat African music penetrated everywhere.
But, the sense that was working the hardest was the smell.. roasting lamb on an open fire (the health and safety regulations must be a little more relaxed here!!), sausage galettes,couscous with garlic and peppers, bread being baked in wood fired ovens, pasta with chorizo sausage, lentil hotpots, crepes, chocolate fountains with fresh fruit kebabs....
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