Saturday — nothing got drenched overnight, but there was plenty of water damage to go around. We set up the booth, and then pulled it all back in when the rain and hail started again. This process repeated at least 8 times. Not totally unlike a catholic wedding seems to one who is not aware of when to stand, sit, kneel, etc. It's always a surprise, and always a brief reminder that we just do not know what is going on.
The people who showed up were hardy souls, and friendly. We did not have enough alcohol with us, or sweaters. Such is life in the British Isles, I guess. There were many adorable dogs, because there was a breed show / parade. Corgies, Irish Setters, Scotties, Aberdeens, Wheatons...
Sales were better Sunday, and although we were thoroughly tired and sore by the end of the day, we still managed to pack out and get a good dinner with beers before anyone fell over on their face. Would do this again, although the weather really cut the traffic dramatically. I would estimate we got about 1/3 or less of the traffic this show would have on a good-weather weekend.
My sunburn is magnificent (photo not available), but instead of that, I offer you a photo of a good-looking guy in a kilt. I made the kilt, my first. It garnered lots of compliments, and a bit of outrage from a Scotswoman. I think her biggest problem with the outfit was that it contained an Irishman.