Thursday, Molly, Nicole and I packed our wellies (rainboots), slickers (rainjackets), and brollies (umbrellas) and drove up to the 2012 National Ploughing Championships for the day! What in tarnation are the Ploughing Champs, you say? Check out the whole kit n’caboodle here: http://www.npa.ie/
If you were to take a gander at the schedule of events, you might find events like the following:
- Welly Throwing (This actually means a bunch of people line up and throw their rainboots as far as they can. New Olympic event perhaps??)
- Lamb Shearing Competitive Heats (Anyone for a wool sweater?)
- Machine and Horse-drawn Ploughing (Gentlemen, start your ploughs)
- Loy Digging (Yeahh…dig those loys!….what are loys?*)
- Husqvarna Pole Climbing & Irish Axe Factor (I haven’t the slightest…)
We spent a while watching the ploughing with the machine and the horsies and trying to figure out why on Earth (haha, Earth) they were measuring the Earth.
Then we ploughed our way over to the butter making station and were really excited to watch a lady making her signature butter. Apparently in butter making school, each individual creates their own signature mark on the butter they package and this lady’s looked like an argyle sweater. Now every time I see argyle patterned things I’ll think of butter and will want to eat some. That’ll be good for the ol’ cholesterol. We were happy enough to just watch the process, but when she offered us our very own tupperware-full I thought, “well cover me in sugar and call me a donut!” Of course I’ll have some butter. I mean, if you’re forcing me….
Finally, after having visited the welly throwing station, the Diocese of Ferns tent, the free food stations, and the various shops selling who-knows-whats, we headed back home for some din. Then, as if we weren’t tuckered out from the day’s activities yet, we celebrated Mister Arthur Guinness’s Day by heading into town for some live music and, of course, some Guinness.
So a good T’ursday was had by all and some good butter will be had by me.
Ciao for now!
*This is what comes up when I type in “loys”…a furry, spikey, yellowish-greenish something. Now I’m kinda glad I didn’t volunteer to dig loys at the fair.
Definitions:
Loy: the planet where avocados, moss, and kiwi are indigenous. just look at the color. just look at the fuzz.
Cin cin! Mmmmmm butter 🙂