Saturday was mostly bloody awful. It rained all day. Hardly anyone came to the show and it was freezing.
Sunday was dry, sunnyish and blowing a gale. Battleship anchor chains were hanging horizontally and Alans marquee had been totally blown away.
The tenty bit was wrapped around a nearby fence and the poles were broken.
A lesser band of individuals would have given up but we just parked a couple of cars and pretended the tent was still there.
We even found the enthusiasm to line the cars up neatly in a 'Snooks Curve'.
One car went on strike and refused to line up.
The traditional GTM pastime. A broken car surrounded by random trousers.