I would be willing to guess that agricultural fairs are the same the world over. I was struck by the need to attend our county fair on the last day, so off I went. It’s about 35 miles west of town, out on the plains. A big rainstorm had just come through so it was muddy, but the temperature had cooled off, so it was quite pleasant to stroll around. The main point of the fair these days is to encourage young people about farming, so here is a girl and her goat.
What is fair without monkeys?
The monkey was infinitely more talented than the Western gunfighter act that I saw several years ago. And he was apparently in the movie ‘Rock of Ages” with Tom Cruise. (You can tell them apart because the monkey is shorter).
Of course there is fairground food. (A corn dog is a hot dog on a stick, dipped in a cornmeal batter and deep fried to deliciousness).
And beer and rides.
Quilts. But there weren’t too many of these. I have entered once, but I didn’t get a ribbon, so I stopped.
Here’s a picture from the fair in 1916. It looks like the big event was a baseball game.
The big events for participants is the prize winning animals. I did not stay for the final event, a demolition derby. (Guys drive old cars around in an arena, crashing into each other until only one car is still able to drive.) I’m pretty sure British fairs are similar. Our state fair is coming up next month with more of the same only on a bigger scale.