Perth Royal Show has been held at the Claremont Showgrounds for as long as I can remember. It’s seven kilometres from the centre of Perth, a few kilometres, and three train stops, from our apartment. It’s not the sort of place I think about often.
But memories of my last trip to the Royal Show surfaced today on the birthday of my daughter Anne. She and I often went places together, including football games at the Perth Stadium and on holidays. A few years ago we went by train to the Show, just for the fun of it. I hadn’t been for many years, and then always with my children or grandchildren. Anne and I had a lovely, adult day.
I thought about that outing. Then, synchronicity being what it is, and doing what it does, my friends Sue W and GC chose ‘Fairgrounds’ as the topic of their word challenge for the week. You can read their blog by clicking on their names.
Our day at the Royal Show
The Royal Show combines a serious agricultural aspect and all the fun of a fairground. Anne and I opted to spend our time in the more domestic area of the show. We decided against agricultural displays with the best animals from Western Australia on show. Farm machinery held no intrinsic interest. Sideshow alley we deemed too noisy and not our sort of place.
The handsome caged rooster in the banner of this blog and a brood of rather tormented-looking ducklings were as close to agriculture as we got. That’s if you don’t count the display of children’s paintings we noticed on our way through a pavilion, and some delicious scarecrows hiding in a flower show.
We spent an inordinate amount of time looking at a large display of women’s clothes. They’d been specially curated for this and other shows. And the flowers and cakes always attract me.
Highlights of my day
Apart from being with Anne, who made the day so special, there were two other highlights. The first included running into my friend, Tricia Steadman. She was wearing one of her special hats, as the Umbrella Lady (Arty Brellas) and had a tent where she delighted children of all ages.
The other special part of the day for me included sitting in the spring sunshine, eating lunch from a paper bag, and watching the sheep-dog trials. But, sadly, I became so engrossed I forgot the photos!
I’m grateful for the memories of my beautiful daughter, although I miss her every day.