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Ringside seat


There is something great about being a kid, climbing fences, sitting on fences, walking on fences -- a delightful agility and freedom. And kids love the show. Most country towns have a show ground.  Not much happens there other than once a year for the annual show.  Take a ringside seat, we'll be checking out the action at the Rylstone-Kandos show over the new few days. I know I did Bathurst show just a year ago in this blog but I was keen to check out what the show in my new locale was like.

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  1. Sounds like fun - looking forward to seeing the sights.

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  2. Great to see the kids take an interest in ring events and not just side show alley. Nice shot.

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  3. Last year's pictures from the fair were great, so I'm glad you'll have more for us soon.

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  4. As well as the local show, the show-grounds also have machinery type exhibitions ... called ... something specific ... can't think of it ... even Google is no help ...

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  5. Did you catch the Jack Russell race? Lots of fun! I love Show Day in Rylstone.

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  6. Wow I missed the Jack Russell race. If I had seen it there would have been photos. We only managed to visit for an hour our two late in the afternoon.

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