Casey and I are headed home this afternoon for the Tunbridge World’s Fair. Up until a few years ago, we hadn’t been in a long time, but it’s in the kind of place where things don’t change much, so neither does the Fair. This is most definitely not an insult, because the consistency is part of why I love it so much.
After our Fair hiatus, the past few years we’ve made the trip north and I’m again looking forward to all that crisp, cool fall days at the Fair have to offer. There will be plenty of time spent with family and friends, dining on many of the Fair delicacies, watching of tractor, oxen, and horse pulls, as well as meandering around the Fair grounds to take in, once again, all of its historical institutions. We’ll sip freshly pressed apple cider, browse the large produce entries at the Dodge-Gilman building, and enjoy the entertainment of the Beer Hall.
It’s going to be grand and I can’t wait to get up there and take it all in, cherishing the bliss that is Vermont in the fall.
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