Going to the Royal Show yesterday brought back plenty of memories:
- Riding the chair lift and if walking underneath it, being prepared for missiles or worse being dropped from above. One year, a pair of young (around 16 or 17) blokes tried dropping an empty plastic coke bottle on me from above, just missing me. They forgot that it was fairly easy to keep walking pace with them, so I picked it up, and walked along to the end of the chairlift and watched as their faces slowly dropped, as the chair lowered along the line, with me waiting at the end with their bottle
- Going to look at the train display that used to be part of the Western Star butter stall at the northern entrance to Hamilton Hall - when that used to be the main showbag pavilion. Then going to the stalls from the local TV stations for appearances from the local stars of the time, like Dean Davis, Robin Roenfeldt, Joey Moore, Winky Dink, Lionel Williams etc.
- Waiting to be old enough to ride the Mad Mouse for the first time, or the Super Loop. Was a bit disappointed with the latter after all the years of watching it, it wasn't nearly as scary as it seemed.
- My grandfather being one of the sheep pavilion stewards and all going there to his office during the day to drop off showbags. I went back yesterday as I do each year, and as soon as I walk through those doors and get that familiar smell of hay and sheep, instantly I'm six years old again, sitting cross legged on the floor of his office, playing with showbags and watching him judging the sheep. Amazing how much a smell like that brings back such happy memories (he passed away when I was

.
Can you guess where I'm calling from, the Las Vegas Hilton...