Weariness had set in and my eyes and nose were streaming but onward I went to find more things to see. I liked the Manchester School of Art greenhouses, the schools gardens and the bus stops very much. I saw a man walk past with a giant butterfly attached to his leg that had escaped from the butterfly house. I made movements with my arms to tell the surrounding crowd about this but nobody saw and the man went into the toilets. I will always remember this moment. I bought a chocolate waffle with cream on top and felt refreshed and sugared up but by this time it was nearly half 5 and I had seen everything twice and my plasters had run out. I had a lovely day and if you get the chance then do go and waft around all day saying 'ooh' and ask questions about why Venus fly traps don't like ham. You can buy tickets for next year HERE.
Round the back and up past the big tent, I came across the special mystery portal world where dreams can soar or be shattered like a mouldy pumpkin. The long tables full of hope that have taken months and years of work all put out on their own to be judged and seen.
There is something very beautiful about fruits and vegetables arranged neatly. The dynamic of the carrots against the peas, the marrows set against the peppers. Some had gold medals some were highly commended. I never judged any of the fruits or vegetables as I loved them all the same. I liked the big onions very much and the very neat berry selection, the ruffled cabbages and extra long carrots. This is why I will never make the grade to be a judge of fruits and vegetables arranged neatly.
I am still in the big tent at this point and came across cactus world and Bougainvillea world and very over saturated orchids. I like the backgrounds the best as I felt I was in a schools science programme. For 10 minutes I took it upon myself to pretend I was in Sweden or a golden hour desert filled with cactus like a styled Instagram story and to be honest after the 4th plaster had fell off my toe, the pain meant I could have been anywhere. I didn't ask anybody any questions as I felt I had spoke enough so I became a cactus picture taking person that was in a giant tent and I liked it and have no regrets.
The fun never stops in the big tent. At this point I had started to sneeze quite profusely and had a headache from everything to do with flowers and pollen. I stopped for dinner of chips and gravy and a can of pop and got straight back in there as I'm not a quitter. I asked a lady about her grasses and a man about his bark chippings. I entered a competition to win a holiday in Malaysia and got a free bag for taking part- Cathay Pacific- It is me! I found a lonely 5p and then continued on my rounds.
When the word 'show' is entered into anything I am always interested. Same with the words; sale, fete, jumble, seconds and cake. The Tatton Park Flower Show has been a staple in my July calendar for 4 years now and I love the extravagance of giant cascades of fuchsias, vegetables and fruits all lined up neatly and very helpful plant friends trying their best with me whilst I ask about my Venus fly traps and why they wouldn't eat their tea of ham and dead flies I made special. I also like it as it is calming, despite the crowds and minor pushing to get to Monty, the colours, the flowers, the vast displays and giant ferns are very good for me and this year I took my big camera, regretted the weight but became flower show possessed and now as a special treat I am showing you everything I saw, in its entirety, probably 5 or 6 parts long and you will like them! I have started off in the main flower tent, the 'Don' of tents if you like.