Last Saturday I attended the annual Lowther Show near Penrith. As usual a fair cross section of British eccentricity was represented: the ferret man who seems to live for little else and someone thought up the idea of having a steeplechase involving pigs. There were huntsmen from the Lake District fell packs, sweltering in their heavy red coats, plus a whole cross section of rural dwellers.
Some years ago I wrote an article in the QuarterlyReview contrasting the Lowther with the Durham MIner’s Gala. Both are gatherings of the working classes. In the case of the Lowther you won’t find any politicians from the Labour Party showing up because these are working class people with the ‘wrong’ interests. Incidentally you’re more likely to find call centre workers marching at the Durham Miner’s Gala than miners.