Long after the show ends, in stables, sheds and homes, the ribbons awarded still hang from rafters or curtain rails, A reminder of a summer, years before everything changed, and people grew older and became tired. Touching an old ribbon is best done in the quiet of an evening. There you can remember the day: the rain or the heat, the conversation with a friend, the touch of an eye, the taste of warm tea, the band in the distance, the vibration of heavy horses long gone.
This year the memory will be of the cool wet weather we have had. A year of wonderful growth.
Peter Quinton
Palerang
January 2015
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