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.
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| A mini-horse and Clare |
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| Roma with horse and trap |
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| Always chores! |
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| Speaks for itself, really. Framed by garbage. |
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| Bored in pink |
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| The author indulges his inner narcissist |
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| Order your caravan furniture here |
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| Minding the stall |
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| We do Wurzel covers at the Queen Vic! |
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| The New Inn, Priddy has bitten the dust |
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| These guys are mean shearers! |
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| Clare wanders the sheep pens |
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| That's all, folks! |
