It's a proud Australian tradition, the annual local Show. They used to be about comparing rams and competing at woodchopping, now they seem to be all about spending money on rides and showbags.
I do like a Show; the annual Sydney Royal Easter Show was an integral part of my upbringing, and every year I'd pore over the lists of showbags & their contents to make the excruciating decision of which 2 I'd buy. I was only allowed two by the parenting unit, you see. I also remember the fluffy ducklings, and their high diving board in the baby animal petting zoo. The only ride I went on with any regularity was the Ferris Wheel, which Mum would always manage to time to perfection so we'd be up there to see the fireworks.
Presenting rams for fleece inspections
Ah dahlias. So many of them, I guess it must be the only thing Canberra gardeners grow...
This fabulous floral arrangement was entered under the category of "Star-Gazing". Without that aluminium I would never have guessed!
We also went on the Ferris Wheel, which now is all enclosed gondolas with air-conditioning. You know you're a wuss when the idea of the ferris wheel stopping to let people on while you're right at the top makes your insides go watery! My friend and I (both scared of heights) were trying hard not to move so the gondola wouldn't swing. When we got off my legs were just a leeetle bit shaky. Yep, ride the ferris wheel, and feel the FEAR, people!
Trying to be brave on the ferris wheel