Showing Off
I have never entered anything made or grown in a Show
before. I made an exception this year. My runner beans were insistent.
After a slow start, they took control and leapt up their
canes, flowered like crazy and began to set with a vengeance. By the end of August one bean was large enough to feed one
person. Clearly these beans had
aspirations and were probably related to Jack’s. How could I disappoint them – given that the
promising broad bean crop was devastated by black fly at a crucial stage of
their development, the peas didn’t show at all, and the sweet peas sulked for
so long they missed their chance?
I had seen the notice for the Woore Flower and Produce
Show at the Woore Garden Centre. On the
morning of 7 September 2024 at 8.30 a.m. I set aside all misgivings and ferried
them to the Victory Hall in Woore, the venue of the Show. They were entered for two classes – the
runner bean and longest runner bean.
Already marrows large enough to live in had arrived as
had the dahlias bigger than a human face and onions the size of St Paul’s Cathedral
dome, London. And that was only the
vegetables. I wished them all luck, not
that they needed it. My beans, maybe.
At 3.00 pm the show opened and what a show! The standard was phenomenal across all
categories which ranged from cakes to jams and savouries, art and craft work to
photography, exquisite needlework, poetry and of course fruit and
vegetables. Who knew that the
countryside harboured such talent and so many green fingers?
Walking around the tables some names became very
familiar – clearly experienced exhibitors.
That said, someone I got chatting to over a cup of tea, also a first
timer, had won two firsts and a second for her jams and piccalilli. She also won a cup. My long runner bean came second. So not always a foregone conclusion.
After the presentations of cups and shields, came the
raffle and finally the auction of produce.
I left with a bag of interesting apples, a giant cucumber, a very fluffy
Victoria sponge, a bunch of nodding dahlias and a jar of piccalilli.
Inspired, my new BF and I are meeting up over coffee to
discuss what we will enter for next year’s show. The beans were quite pleased with themselves
too. Roll on 2025!
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