As a young child I used to enter a village show every year, with my family.
We all used to enter items of sewing and craft, and cooking.
And it used to take us weeks of preparation.
It used to entertain us during the summer, which probably pleased my parents, 'coz it kept us quiet.
One year we wanted to make some bread.
There were some children's classes, and my brother and I made bread out in the garden with the help of my mum.
Unfortunately, the table collapsed and the uh, bread went on the ground, and, uh, had stones in it.
So we picked out the stones, and the little rocks.
And, uh, we decided to still enter it, you know, just for the fun of it.
And, uh, to our great surprise, we got first prize.
Even though, the loaf had to be cut in half, and the judges had to taste it. So, we were quite pleased with that.
But, uh, we didn't hear any stories of the judges being ill, which was good.
And we were quite pleased, that we won first prize.