{"id":9291,"date":"2023-09-23T22:20:32","date_gmt":"2023-09-23T20:20:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/expatkaliningrad.com\/?p=9291"},"modified":"2023-09-23T22:20:36","modified_gmt":"2023-09-23T20:20:36","slug":"dean-village-show-the-last-of-the-summer-wine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/expatkaliningrad.com\/ru\/dean-village-show-the-last-of-the-summer-wine\/","title":{"rendered":"Dean Village Show the Last of the Summer Wine"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Not in Notting Hill ~ Thank Heavens!<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

23 September 2023 ~ Dean Village Show the Last of the Summer Wine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whilst London\u2019s Notting Hill Carnival, which should have been banned years ago, was erupting into its usual frenzy of violence, with, as the Daily Mail*<\/em> depicted, odious-looking behoodied things running amuck in the streets brandishing knives and machetes, we, I am happy to say, were over the hills and far away, somewhere on the brighter side of proper English culture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Resisting the temptation to allow ourselves to be dragged down by the Daily Mail\u2019s<\/em> depressing but not delusional strapline, \u2018 … Britain Now Feels Like a Third World Country*\u2019, but pondering on what Plod will do in the unlikely event they apprehend the Notting Hill Carnival misfits (\u2018Come on now, don\u2019t be naughty. How about a cup of tea. Let\u2019s sit and discuss your problem.\u2019), we escaped the gruesome subspace that London has become by joining a lot of nice English people at one of the county\u2019s late \u2018summer shows\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dean Village Show the Last of the Summer Wine<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n

You may recall \u00a0in a previous post on \u2018summer shows<\/a>\u2019 that I happened to remark upon the tragic disappearance of the greatest big band leader the world has ever known, Glenn Miller. In this post I postulated that at the time of his disappearance he may have had in his pocket a list of English garden fetes to which he was rather partial. It cannot be confirmed, but neither can it be dismissed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The whereabouts of such a list, if indeed there ever was one, deserves a trial by academia. I am assured by its ambiguity that for someone craving a PhD it would give them something to waffle about for the three small years it takes to secure a job for life within the ivory-tower equivalent of an overpaid Alice\u2019s Wonderland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As for us real folks, who have \u2018to move those microwave ovens \u2026 got to shift those colour TVs\u2019, the historical mishap that was Glenn Miller\u2019s fate and the mishap of the present, as signified by the mud-hut happenings in Britain\u2019s capital city, which will themselves one day be judged by history, if today’s generation can get off their phones long enough to realise what the establishment has in store for them (I hear the sound of sheep!) were insufficient reasons not to struggle into the Aston ~ jumping in and out of it is not as feasible as once it was when we were twenty years younger ~ and go tootling classically off to yet another local village fete, which prefers, by academic licence, to rebrand itself as a \u2018summer show\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we were pulling out of the gate on the spoked wheels of the Aston, our senses were regaled with the inspirational sight of a lady with whom we are acquainted (She works behind the bar (but only on Mondays and Wednesdays) of a pub we know and to which we go.). She was trumping past on a vintage tractor, with a cute little trailer in tow. She was, and in this we were not mistaken, off to the same show as us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is hardly surprising that here in the sticks, agricultural relics command the same respect and attention as vintage and classic cars. True village folk, as distinct from Johnny-come-latelys, have all had a taste of agriculture sometime in their lives, and these days even women, when not playing at football, are trying their hand at driving tractors. And some, it must be said, appear more suited to this task than butching it up on a football pitch. Just remember not to get too close when you are behind them and, when they are coming directly towards you, always give them a very wide berth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The last of the summer wine<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

One of the lasting joys of my personal summer, this summer, give or take local garden fetes and the odd summer show or two, is the privilege it bestowed upon me to witness from my bedroom window the impressive extent and degree to which British agriculture has progressed.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is years since I participated in the yearly rural ritual of \u2018bringing in the sheathes\u2019, and, needless to say, things have moved on. The good old days, so called, characterised by pitchforks, sore, blistered, split and chafed hands, jumpers out at elbow and trousers out at arse, tied at the waist with bailer twine, have gone to be replaced by farm machinery the likes of which is so fantastic that my generation could never imagine it outside of the realms of science fiction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Young farm operatives now drive these fabulous machines, not crusty, gnarled old farm-hands. They cruise around in comparative luxury ~ fitted cabs, music systems, heaters for the winter, air conditioning in summer and everything satellite navigated. Sporting the latest haircuts, trendy country-wear jerkins and smart regulation high-vis jackets, the young who work on Britain’s farms often look better turned out than the lords and masters for whom they work. \u201cWhere will it all end?!\u201d I ask. It’s new, but it’s not Notting Hill!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The farm machinery of today, the combine harvesters and the tractors, are vastly larger than they used to be and so much smoother in their operation ~ their engines no longer \u2018chug\u2019, they glide. They are also more sophisticated, even excessively comfortable; capable of getting things done in a fraction of the time it would have taken us to do them using our often second-hand, tired, worn out, prone to breakdown, cronky and battered old kit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Good examples of how much things have changed is the paper sack stuffed with straw, which we used to cushion the bumpy ride and to prevent our arses from icing up on the notorious raw metal tractor seats, and how through the winter months we went, chugging and bouncing across the plough, in gloves, jumpers, jackets, top coats and with balaclavas wrapped round our heads. Men were men in those days and boys expected to do a man\u2019s work, often without so much as a thank you let alone a proper wage and, if you were really unlucky, as frequently we were, a boot up the arse for your troubles. It was angry farmers who ruled the earth then; \u2018uman rights and children\u2019s rights and the global-warming industry were just a twinkle in the collective eye of your preposterous liberal-lefty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A better example of \u2018how things have changed\u2019, that is to say a less emotive one, is captured in a photograph, taken from my bedroom window, which juxtaposes yesteryear’s farm implements with their plush and powerful modern counterparts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Joss<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Combine<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

At today\u2019s garden fete, sorry, I meant to say summer show, I would be given the chance to see tractors pre-dating my farming years as well as those that were contemporary to the time I spent on the farm. In other words, I would be looking back in awe, and not with a little disbelief, at tractors old and classic which, only the blink of an eye ago, were objects to be marvelled at in spite of their myriad defects. To us they were acceptable; we didn\u2019t know anything else. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fortunately, time softens sensibility and mellows troublesome memories, turning what was once a bitch to work with into something we never imagined it could be, an icon of nostalgia, deserving of affection bordering almost on abject reverence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To one side of these veterans of the land, these old tractors which were lined up on the field like so many members of the Home Guard, stood something cute and dinky. We had met its owner the night before in the local village pub, who, in response to my revelation that I had in my youth one just like his, corrected me forthwith, saying whilst it was certainly true that Dinky had made a road-roller, the toy was not the full-sized model parked outside the front of the pub. His was a mark \u2018blah blah\u2019 with an \u2018oops, ay now and what-do-you-call-it?\u2019 and what is more with an engine capacity that was \u2018fart de-lah-de-lah-lah-lah!) \u2026 The trouble with vintage vehicle owners is they really know their stuff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Road<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

It was a similar situation when I accosted the owner of a Ford Zodiac Mark IV. \u00a0He had no difficulty rattling off the engine capacity and build, top speed, fuel consumption and a whole lot of other technical and historical stuff, including, I was amazed to learn, that the reason, as I had stated, \u2018you don\u2019t see many of these\u2019 was that in spite of the hundreds of thousands of Mark IV Zodiacs produced less than 300 have survived!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Ford<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Ford<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

My uncle ~ let\u2019s call him \u2018L\u2019 ~ owned a Mark IV Zodiac back in the 1970s. When I expressed an interest in it, he told me he bought it because (a) it holds a lot of ‘stuff’ and (b) it can accelerate faster from a standing start than the average police car. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At his funeral a few years ago, I was walking with my mother behind my uncle\u2019s coffin as the pallbearers bore it from church to cemetery when suddenly, from around the corner, a police car hoved into view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Casting a wry glance at the car, I heard my mother whisper, \u201cI’m afraid you\u2019re just too late\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dean Show 2023 ~ Fast Cars<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The Ford Zodiac Mark IV was not the only now classic car that could outrun Britain\u2019s rozzers. During the 1960s, the villains’ vehicle of choice was more often than not the Jag. Not only were Jags fast, they were also incredibly flash, seeming to possess for the raffish and the rakish just the right combination of tasteful class, wheel appeal and polished disreputable charm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Jaguar<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A Jag Mark II was with us at the show today, as was one of the 1960s’ most iconic vehicles, the unmistakeable E-type Jag, a masterpiece of curvaceous chic, both the hardtop and convertible versions. Also on display was a 1970\u2019s Mustang, a Citroen from the 1930s\u2019, a lovely coach-built red Rolls Royce and umpteen variations on the nippy sports car models which, individually and collectively, left an irrepressibly glamorous signature on the 1960s and 1970s. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, where and how did it all go wrong? Whatever happened to classic car design, with its emphasis on strikingly different, instantly recognisable and once seen never forgotten? Whatever happened to walnut dashboards, numerous dials, must-click switches, leather seats and glittering chrome. Wherever the good times went<\/a>, the good cars must have gone with them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"E<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"E-type<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"MG<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"MG<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

It was all too much. We decided to explore the stalls, were disappointed when we could not find one catering in old-fashioned junk and swung away in protest for my brother to try his luck on the tombola. (Who on earth is Tom Bola?)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At a previous event, which had been called a garden fete, not show, my brother had had the good fortune to win a bottle of wine on the tombola and a bottle of brandy in rapid succession. Would his luck hold out today? Did it heck as like!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI said it would be a tin of beans, and it was!\u201d he matter-of-facted. But the little spin of clairvoyancy in which he had couched his statement did nothing to hide his deep disappointment. It isn’t winning, it’s playing the game that counts. What a load of old nonsense!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What you lose on the tombola, you might win on the circus skills, and in this respect my brother fared better, I must say remarkably better, in tightrope walking and juggling. Not that this came as a great surprise. There are those who would say that he has walked a tightrope and juggled his way through life. But today it was for real. Admittedly, the tightrope was only two feet off the ground, and he was juggling bean bags not clubs, but I\u2019ve got to hand it to him, I did not need to hand it to him: he succeeded in both endeavours. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Joss<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

One of the supreme joys of attending English garden fetes, and shows, is not the inevitable dog exhibition. To like dug shows, you have first to like dugs. Some don’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today\u2019s dug show was all about gun dogs and the obedience they learn through training, but as most of the bitches were in heat there were one or two near unfortunate incidents which threatened to turn a family show into something rather embarrassing. This was just the excuse we needed to head back to the Aston, drag the folding chairs from the boot and get stuck into the old, packed lunch, which I washed down eagerly with a refreshing pint of English ale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Picnic over, it was time to circulate; to say hello to people whom you knew, who you knew had been trying all day to avoid you, and to avoid those people you knew, who you knew had been trying to say hello. You don\u2019t understand the rules?  It\u2019s a quintessentially \u2018English thing\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No English garden fete or English village show could be considered complete without the proverbial cup of tea and slice of cake. To enjoy it at its best, you should be able to sit outside in the sun under a Panama hat, preferably wearing a day cravat. Such attire is also good for drinking beer in the evening. Consider it done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Mick<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

And so, another garden fete, sorry, village show, and indeed another garden fete season (with the exception of Riseley show) inevitably came to an end. Whatever it wants to call itself, it had been a pleasant experience, as had all the local garden fetes that I have attended this summer, prompting the reflection that the UK can be an enjoyable place when free of the unwanted enrichment that Sorryarse and his motley crew seem to have forgotten previous British generations did very well without. \u201cNot today, thank you (or any other day!)!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we all know, however, the good old days were not all that: there was no woke, no PC, a lack of sexual harassment payouts, certainly nothing LGBT and sadly no global warming to melt the frost on your tractor seat. Nevertheless, when all is said and done (a lot is said but not a lot done) the good old days in hindsight seem a darned sight better, infinitely better in fact, than what we have at present and what is yet to come. You ain’t seen nothing yet, but consolation has it that the reset they have planned for us will not endure for long. Across the political West, pseudo-liberal doctrines have already begun the slow, the painful, the inevitable process of rupture and unravelling. In the long term it will be brutal, but right will prevail as it always does.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the short term, however, the story will be different. All that will remain to fill the echoing void left by garden fetes, Sunday cricket and good old English pubs will be foreign food stores, Turkish barbers, one or two Indian corner shops (whatever happened to Arkwright?) and, last but by no means least, the never pleasant, totally unnecessary, no-excuse-for-it Notting Hill Carnival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Be careful what you didn\u2019t wish for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now that\u2019s what I call a country fate!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reference<\/strong>
Daily Mail*<\/em> [Wednesday August 30, 2023]<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Copyright \u00a9 2018-2023 Mick Hart. All rights reserved.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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