CLA Game Fair

I am not into the habitual gunning down of animals, however my sister had secured a fistful of free VIP passes due to a floral commission for the event. I also surmised that there would be plenty of tweed to peruse through.

I was quite shocked by the scale of the event. It was a town of welly-clad hunting enthusiasts, and of course common casuals such as my self looking for tweed or some other merchandise. The fair had been set up in one of the larger tracks of land belonging to Harewood house, and the ground had become thick with mud from the movement of people and vehicles.

I have never seen so many guns. Thousands of the buggers everywhere.

I did buy a tweed hat, which made the day more splendid.