Throughout the day we were entertained and sort-of informed of events by a beardy bloke in a leather stetson who mumbled, faffed and ummed and erred into a roving radio microphone. He talked almost continuously about subjects as diverse as dog training and last night's TV viewing and with little knowledge of any. Occasionally he even argued with himself. He held on-the-spot interviews with people that took on a surreal quality as he refused to hand over the mic for the replies. We just heard his questions and then a low, unintelligible murmur. He also gave a running commentary on the parades of tractors, motorcycles and Land Rovers that took place. There would have been more such parades but the quagmire of the show ring prevented all of the Ford Anglias, Morris Minors and Humbers from taking part. My favourite moment came when he carried on talking while tidying up the back of his car. Every sentence was punctuated with long pauses and strange clunking and rustling sounds. Genius.
Tractors, tractors and more tractors! It doesn't get any better than this. No, really, it doesn't.
Gandalf the Greaser prepares to tear up The Shire
Favourite moments for me - apart from the perverse delight of watching people slip in the mud and fall on their arses - included finding a large mirrored dome to photograph (see top of post). It turned the whole world into a curious ball with me at the centre and the resulting shot looked like a 1970s prog rock LP cover. And I must just mention the man with the annoying moose. Kids loved his joke stall. Mind you, look what was on sale ... or is that final item an instruction?
Wildly eccentric, curiously bizarre, the Evesham Steam and Vintage Vehicle Rally is a little slice of British nonsense and obsession at its very best. Despite the wind and the rain, the mud and cold, people had enormous fun. If anything, the weather forced them into enjoying it even more. It brought them closer together as they huddled together for shelter and warmth. Unity in adversity.
That's the British way.