Pig racing and glorious mud




      It was hot today and we've got the grandchildren staying with us so we decided on some entertainment, Norfolk style. Pig racing if you're curious.
      I backed Elvis Pigsley but he came nowhere, too busy posing. The Boss' selection, Barry the Berks, we lived in Berkshire before we moved to West Norfolk, finished fifth or sixth. The winner? Well Tamworth Tango trotted home way out in front.
      This sensible lady caught my eye as she wallowed around in some glorious greenish mud, that's the way to keep cool. 
      Some people would pay good money for that experience.