I know you are all probably sick to death of the Trials of Showland but we are almost at the end.
Early this morning I loaded the car and set off to deliver our entries. Drew managed to stuff up slightly and went down the coast to celebrate his birthday and forgot to drop his onions off to me (he's going to attempt a sob story tomorrow and see if they will accept his pickles). Dell, even stressed and overloaded with her exhibition opening this week, dropped her pickles and preserves off to me yesterday (she's like me, when there is too much on we both procrastinate with cooking!), pair of jellies, exhibition shred marmalade, pickles and 'whore's radish' (as I like to call it) made from the plants she grew from the horse radish roots I brought back from Tasmania last year.
So the Show starts on Saturday. Wish us luck!