There are rides, endless food vendors, games, concerts and just about everything else under the sun.
My buddy in crime, her charming younger son and I spent nearly four hours roaming the grounds under a relentless sun.
We watched a much-too-short "SuperDogs" demonstration with - to name a few - a trio of Pugs named "Snap, Crackle and Pop" and a floofy two-toned English Sheepdog by the name of 'Puff Daddy'.
We ate whale tails and 'those little donuts' you can only get at the PNE (I think). We tossed tooooo much money away along endless rows of those games-of-chance. But with Joe's talent we did come away with five adorable stuffed animals including my Dachshund in a hot dog bun!
Now all that being said, I didn't take a single shot of the rides, or milling crowds or the colourful stalls and 'atmosphere' around me in the brilliant sunlight. It was just too hot to. Instead, I opted to shoot indoors. I went in search of the farm animals. I shot in less-than-ideal lighting conditions while trying very hard not to get elbows or noses or arse holes wandering into my shot.
It was pretty easy to find the agricultural pavilion despite the bustling, sugar-infused crowd. We followed the pungent whiff of the manure and found our prize. Clydesdales, Llamas and
|If looks could kill?|
|It was warm in there|
his 'bangs' were all
|Monkey on your|
|The picture is all blown out but the|
expression on her face just cracks
me up. It looks like she's about to
hook a huge loogie at the camera.
|And the Beatles were called|
The Mop Tops..
|The hugest most laid-back|
|And what is an agricultural|
exhibit without piglets!
We were hot, achy and tired after wandering the fairgrounds for four hours. We shuffled back to our car, waved good bye to the PNE and its 50 year old wooden roller coaster and headed home.