From despair to hope
The 32nd Annual Wessex Egg Championship was scheduled for 15th March in Hampshire.I’d attended for the first time last year and thoroughly enjoyed both the event and meeting some of the legendary names in the poultry and egg world. I decided I simply had to go again this year, albeit with just a handful of eggs. If I could get there with even a single plate of six for the show tables then it would symbolise a rebirth, a fresh impetus and a recovery from what I thought at the time was the end of our world.
SUNDAY 15TH MARCH
At 5.30am I looked out of the window onto a Christmas card scene. The Beast From The East Mk2 had paid our Welsh mountain a visit and left the street covered. I was damned if this was going to defeat our plans so I got the wellies on, grabbed a shovel and started digging. Before too long I was creeping down the road and eventually made it to the M4. Believing the weather reports I expected the roads to be passable and that there would be no sign of the snow much past Bristol.
How wrong I was. As one of the few cars stupid enough to be out in this weather I was almost making my own tracks through the snow on one of Britain’s busiest roads. As the occasional slide and blizzard
Once again I wept; only this time it wasn’t because of the gut-wrenching ache of loss but instead for the relief and gratefulness I felt. I wept because of the kindnesses of strangers and friends, for the support we’d been offered and the love that the poultry and agricultural communities had shown us through this difficult time. We truly were back in business!
Eggs laid out on the show table The egg box strapped securely in the child seat Awards galore at the Wessex show