With the team, the first three dogs went clear but the last one didn't. So that was very nearly a roaring success.
My parents manage to catch the last of our runs and then we take them out for a meal. We decide not to go for another skewer-fest at the White Swan and instead we head into Barton under Needwood. We select the Three Horseshoes which once again we expect to be a Marston’s identikit foodie joint but it is as different as the Swan was. Their restaurant, the oddly named Bit ‘n’ Cherry, serves us up a quality meal.
After saying goodbye to my folks we head back to the show and take a couple of beers with us into the marquee where the club have assembled for a meal. Although they soon all seem to head off to their tents and caravans when we arrive. I knew I should have changed my shirt.
(Saturday 30th July)