There are four segments to the fair, three very much non-sheep. As we walked into Priddy from the car-park field we first came upon the horse fair. This was mostly Romanies with some Irish travellers trading their animals; on the other side of the road was a field with Romani pop-up shopping marquees.
Moving on towards the village itself a Wurzelish band was playing to an apathetic crowd at the Queen Vic, while to our surprise the other Priddy pub, the New Inn, had closed - a cider van fronted its boarded-up windows. The village green contained a fun-fair and eventually, at the back, we encountered the eponymous sheep.
So now it's picture time.
|A mini-horse and Clare|
|Roma with horse and trap|
|Speaks for itself, really. Framed by garbage.|
|Bored in pink|
|The author indulges his inner narcissist|
|Order your caravan furniture here|
|Minding the stall|
|We do Wurzel covers at the Queen Vic!|
|The New Inn, Priddy has bitten the dust|
|These guys are mean shearers!|
|Clare wanders the sheep pens|
|That's all, folks!|