Trelawnyd Flower & Produce Show 2025

Seeing the pleasure in the new exhibitors for winning , is a vicarious and wonderful pleasure 

Chic Eleanor ( left)

Actor and pianist Philip Hughes opening the show wonderfully

Animal helper pat checking her winnings 

Jenny morris is a delight, but almost had a stroke putting in her entries late

Pauline chuffed at her Flower Cup

This guy entered the vegetable basket for the first time and won best in show

Monika and her daughter

Hattie in centre checking her exhibits

Ma Manley brought her book for the villagers to review

Her dog won best in show

We started quietly but were busier after 2 pm

I took the exhibit photographs before we opened 

I entered my plastic tulips in for a laugh

 

Prep

I’ve been at the hall all morning, writing each entrant in the flower show bible

so that we will have some idea on how to organise the tables this afternoon

I wanted 400 entries this year

We have received 401

 

Dusk

Dusk in Trelawnyd 

The cottage creaks and groans gently as it cools

in the breeze

But the chickens still look busy in the garden 

As Weaver and Bun hunt in the pony field

Like tigers

 

Flower Show Prep

 9 am and I counted just three entries total for the flower show.

Mrs Trellis called from the kitchen wall at 10 am with her entry, neatly written in her usual penmanship

Two pound coins selotaped to her envelope an entry fee

She gave me a snickers bar wrapped in brown paper and string

In drips and drabs villagers popped round

Envelopes in hand 

Old cups appeared today too, polished and ready

Chic Eleanor has entered her recent pottery efforts with the cry “ Darling how absolutely exciting ! It’s my first public entry ever!”

I stopped neighbour Ira with the request of a vase of flowers

She agreed, I’m always touched that people allow me to gently bully their entries

A novelty vegetable entry came in from Spain ( above) a lovely thought from Hannah who was one of our original flower show committee members

My old committee 2013 

Hannah is far right

Auntie Glad in green 

I’ve felt a great deal of love today

Gentle people joining in to an event that still means a great deal to a great number of people

I went to my sister Ann’s house for supper, and more entries came in there and were waiting for me when I got home …..

3 entries this morning

129 by 8 pm 

Zombie face

 

The injection into my eye went slightly wrong

Bless her, the nurse knew I was phobic and jumped when I felt some pain 

Fucking hell

What else can go wrong 

Hilarion's death and "fugue of the Wilis

This is worth seeing 

Not the Japanese Ballet but a wonderful interpretation

The cottage was valued today, so it looks neat a tidy.

The assessor told me it was the most cosy and sweet cottage she had valued since she last saw in back in 2018 when it was up for sale before the divorce

“ How are you?” She asked me without any edge and the question caught me totally unawares

I almost teared up but didn’t and she was gracious enough not to notice ,

but merely said 

“There’s a lot of love put into this home”

I smiled 

And as she assessed upstairs the postman arrive with flowers from blog reader Kath

A lovely kindness

The assessor walked down the stairs and said

“ lovely new bathroom , I like it”

I preened

And suddenly 

Weaver stalked past us with a dead shrew in her mouth 

Sunday

Sometimes it’s just nice to have a friend over for a Sunday lunch

 

Quality Wilis

 

Giselle is a ballet that only succeeds because of the quality of its wilis ( pronounced willies) 

The first act is a so-so bit of storytelling, with Giselle falling for a betrothed duke and dying from a weak heart and an insane mind, but only in the second act do things ramp up a notch with the ghost of Giselle joining the forest ghosts of spurned virgins who have died before marriage, namely the Wilis.

The power of the second act is the way that the corps de ballet ( maybe 30 women) dance as one entity

And the National Ballet of Japan had precision in bucket loads

They were breathtaking and all rather menacing 

I almost laughed when two Wilis hurled the huntsman into the river to drown, such was the gasp from the audience. 

They were two Wilis that could hold their own in a pub fight

I’m on the 5 pm train home

Happy that I made the effort to go to London for the day