At the weekend we took Harry to the carnival in a nearby town. It was one of those grey Yorkshire days when it rained and rained, and then rained some more, but everyone was in excellent spirits.
We waited for the parade to pass and then joined the back of the following crowd to the field where the main event was to take place. The only thing going slower than the pedestrians was a mammoth steam engine which followed us all the way. Harry certainly wasn’t impressed by this noisy lump of metal and snorted at it, in reply the engine gave the loudest hoot ever. Not to be outdone, Harry stuck his nose in the air and strode purposefully away. If he couldn’t get the better of it, then he was just going to ignore it.