Sunshine, Sausages & Skydives

The 140th Lincolnshire Show in Full Gallop

This week, I took a few days off and headed up to the 140th Lincolnshire Show. What a show it was - farmyard charm meets festival vibes with a royal flourish and a side of sausages.

From the moment I arrived, the atmosphere was buzzing. Tractors and farm machinery gleamed like supercars, and the scent of sizzling street food drifted across the showground. I went with an appetite for local produce, but also for nostalgia, spectacle, and some traditional countryside joy. Safe to say, all boxes were ticked.

The heavy horses stole a bit of my heart early on. Their sheer power and elegance in the main ring was something to behold - muscle, point and a mane that would make any shampoo brand weep. As they cantered past, you felt the vibration in the earth beneth your feet. The show jumping had the whole crowd holding its breath too, especially when riders sailed over fences with grace and grit.

Then came the crowd-pleaser: the BMX stunt team. Mid-air twits, tailwhips and one or two moments that mad everyone gasp and cheer in unison. It was edge of the seat stuff, especially for the little ones watching with mouths open and dream of bike ramps dancing in the heads.

But the day had extra sparkle , too - HRH The Princess Royal paid the show a visit, turning heads and adding that unmistakable air of tradition and prestige. Her presence underscored just how important events like this are - not just to Lincolnshire, but to the broader story of Britain’s rural communities.

The Royal Air Force Band kept spirits high with perfectly pitched pomp and energy, while the RAF Falcons quite literally dropped in, parachuting from 7,000ft and making the sky their stage in a jaw-dropping display of precision and daring. Let’s just say, I’ve never looked up at the clouds with quite the same awe since.

All in all, the Lincolnshire Show delivered on every front - celebration, connection and a proper dose of countryside. A day well spent .






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