In other words: ACE.
Same as it ever was, Comrades. Same as it ever was.
Back in the traditional July spot, day one of the Lambeth Country Show once again brought out all that is good in the Borough and beyond. The headline artists and DJ’s are half-decent. But the real reason that so many folk make the short walk from Brixton to Brockwell is to catch up and share what is happening.
Which for five glorious hours on Saturday meant Chucklehead Cider. Surveying the scene from the Main Stage to the Village Green, a Country Show acquaintance re-christened Brockwell as Chucklehead Park, shortly before queuing up for another four-pint container.
It’s the body fuel upon which South London legends are made. It also helps to bash out a blog post that would have otherwise got a little lost on facts.
Saturday got off to a good start at Herne Hill station. The weekly market was the Lambeth Show within the Lambeth Show. Artisan bread was coming out of my backside. You couldn’t move for cupcakes.
The lustful South London smell of jerk chicken and sweet corn first filled your nostrils when the lido came into view. You can recreate this aroma anywhere in the world, close your eyes, yet still find yourself transported back to Brockwell for all the BONKERS-ness that is there to love at the Lambeth Show.
Bucket shakers did their shakey shakey thing at the gate – we’re all in this together Comrades. Local authority funding may be stretched for the periphery services but it would take a brave local politician to suggest that the Lambeth Show is anything but a frontline service.
Funding is tight, and for the first time the Country Show is taking a *ahem* co-operative approach in asking folk to fork out what they can afford. You can’t put a price on the experience of stroking an owl to the soundtrack of heavy dub. I dug deep.
The combination of a South London heat wave and Chucklehead Cider could have been… lively. Everything in moderation however, which is the exact same approach that the sun took. Thankfully no Phew a What a Scorcher, but the sun had its hat on at all the right moments.
Etiquette dictates that EVERYTHING at the Country Show needs to be experienced. My approach was to systematically take in all the stalls, tents and stages leaving nothing unturned. The many local societies that make Lambeth such a supportive place to live and work were represented. You could wander from Brixton to Herne Hill to Streatham, all in the space of half a dozen gazebos. Test Match Cricket updates were provided over the PA as you perused the brick-a-brack of the 22nd Streatham Scout Group.
Away from the hyperlocal activities, the larger tents were proving popular. The Cultivate Kids area looked a lot of fun for ankle bikers and adults alike. No coincidence that both Brixton Blog and Made in Lambeth were located here. Big kids at heart, etc.
Vauxhall City Farm remained as popular and amusing as ever. This is the true heart of the Lambeth Country Show. You simply can’t beat the annual joy of seeing a goat recently shaved of a winter coat spread his little legs and take a number two, right in front of Dulwich Yummy Mummy set who had a little explaining left to do.
A randy cock then had something of an aborted copulating moment. You try explaining that over your toasted egg soldiers come high tea time, Madam.
You needed a slightly less literal approach to understand the BRILLIANT and BONKERS vegetable sculpture entries in the Flower Tent. It’s the family friendly pun of Baldrick’s thingumajig that is shaped like a large turnip. Subtly is called for; extra points are awarded for paying attention to the news agenda.
Arty Choke – it’s never OK… was a stunning piece of artistic visual social commentary on our patriarchal society, as interpreted through the medium of vegetables. Potato head Boris lost a few pounds in the artistic process. Bet he’s got a thingumajig shaped like a turnip.
The Scarecrow Competition had a musical theme. Michael Jackson was scary enough even without the Worzel Gummidge makeover. Bob Marley and Davie Crowie [aha!] made for good cornfield companions.
A stroll up to the Main Arena and a dog display was soon to be followed by some camel racing. It is this attention to the running order that makes the Lambeth Show so special.
Finally a wander down back to the Kids Cultivate area for a catch up with the good folk of Brixton Blog. Here was another Lambeth Show within Lambeth Show. A brilliant workshop of events had been put in place for the afternoon. Developing young journalistic talent within Lambeth was the ethos.
Keeping it young were the musicians from the SE17 day job in the tent next door.
A Chucklehead hop, skip and falling over was required, before a final return to the Main Stage just as the power went a little wonky.
Or maybe that was the Chucklehead?
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