The horse trials and pet show were a great success. A full entry book and record attendance on the Sunday made the whole event worthwhile. I do not think I ever envisaged holding a four-metre (13ft) python, cuddling a crocodile in my field or seeing a dog fashion show, but it was great to see so many new faces enjoying our facilities.
I must admit to being quite amused finding that one of the cross country fence repair men had scuttled off and was found padding round in the prettiest dog competition and winning a rosette.
The only down side, apart from an hours rain, was we unfortunately had our first horse break down after 52 days of eventing competition at Kelsall Hill, it was sad to see the distress this caused to the rider, owners and their family and we are sorry for their loss.
The situation was handled extremely well by all those involved and I would like to pay tribute to the incredible effort put in by our own team to put on such a great occasion. Like climbing a mountain, a lot of the reward comes from reflection rather than amid the fatigue and effort required to summit but I think our team should enjoy the afterglow of a job well done.
Despite all the event activity we have managed to get the reseeds done and the arable ground is ready for drilling. Grass is still growing but I have a feeling that what seems to have been a kind run into autumn is going to change and we will soon be heading towards winter routine and maize harvesting.
Now the event is out of the way I have time to catch up on admin. I hate emails, I hate them marginally more than text messages which i despise and with 1,055 looking at me I feel I will be going heavy on the delete button.
I have had a peep at them and can already see I will be ringing the Rural Payments Agency for a start; I hope the day gets better.
I hope I will find some amusing diversion, but fingers crossed it is not quite as costly as when my wife recently forgot to put the handbrake on in her car. On hearing the alarm going off, she turned round to see it rolling down a hill, glance off a lorry and running into my landlord’s lake.