Yes, last Saturday the main attraction at the Henley Show was ‘Joseph and his Amazing Racing Camels’. There’s so much to see at the show – this year held at Greenlands Farm in Hambleden. I’d organised a reserved space for my car next to ring one where four of us took a picnic. As everyone contributed something (Val going overboard with all sorts of goodies, and my young friend making an assortment of delicious pies) we had, as usual, much too much – we could have fed the five thousand! My modest contribution was a few cans of Pimms, flavoured water and nibbles. Despite early rain the weather soon cleared, the sun came out and together with about another 20,000 people of all ages we had a great day.
As for the camel racing, all the animals were more colourful than they were speedy, and Joseph, in his wisdom, seems to have decided that his little 11 or 12 year old would make a good commentator. Well she wasn’t. Her squeaky, know-it-all, voice gabbling on over the races was particularly annoying. I made a little video of one of the races, which I’ll add to this blog, but to spare you the raucous sound of the little angel have substituted (at great expense) part of the theme from 'Lawrence of Arabia'.
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Wandering around the various tents I came across a stand selling bow ties and fancy waistcoats. As I now have a bit of an enlarged tum due to last year’s operation (that’s my excuse – nothing to do with Crunchie bars or doughnuts) I needed a dress waistcoat that fitted perfectly, especially as I’ve been invited to a rather special day in a couple of week’s time, so I chose a rather nice black one decorated with silver stars and moons. It should arrive in time. The grand parade included veteran and vintage cars, ditto tractors, and of course, all manner of livestock.
I manage to lose my camera case (containing a spare battery and 4Gb memory stick) about once a week, Saturday was no exception, so, retracing our steps from the llama pens back to the camel wagon, we eventually found it. Some kind person had hung it over a fence.
The Henley Show is always a good place to buy Christmas presents. I bought half a dozen from one of the more creative stalls in the craft tent. A good day out was had by all.
Every Christmas morning, on the way to the family, I call in to Bird Place next to Henley Bridge, to have a drink with Peter and Diane Sutherland. For the past 30 years I’ve been greeted at the door by a strange figure. It’s Peter in disguise. From the Mad Hatter and Osama Bin Laden to Lord Nelson and a French Onion seller, he never ceases to surprise me. So the other week I decided to surprise him for a change. Utilising a website called Snapfish I made a 20 page hard-cover book illustrating most of his disguises. He was delighted with his present and promptly ordered 3 more copies to give to friends. (One of whom happened to be Tom Jones, who called into Bird Place the other day). Here’s a couple of pages from the book.
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Last Sunday was a very special day. Henley’s Kenton Theatre still needs to raise a further £70,000 to purchase outright the freehold of the premises so at 10.30 in the morning about 120 of us nattily attired guests met in glorious sunshine at the Leander Club for coffee and biscuits. There we were entertained by The Reedy Four - a quartet of jazz musicians - while we waited for our transport up to Temple Island for a lavish £100 a head lunch.
Soon, five of the Regatta’s umpire launches approached us in a ‘V’ formation from under Henley Bridge to take us the mile or so up the river to the island.