"We're all mad here" said the Hatter- mad dogs and Englishmen.

The blazing golden sunlight beamed over Bisley scout hut to illuminate a great British tradition in all its' wonderous glory - the dog show.Queen Victoria may be long dead (long live the Queen) but her influence echoes out across the ages and her ghost walks on the village green.

We may have satnav and 'run when flat' tyres but the cars arrive driven by Charlotte Bronte, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Lord Shaftsbury
and,of course, Bill Sykes. A miniature Bull Terrier Show this is the place for us on an Indian summer day - so we set out our stall.

The English ability to run a village green "event" is not really
appreciated. Surreal is a good word - add some doggy people and it becomes sitcom surreal add some minibulls and the tea party can begin.


Diamond is overwhelmed by the whole thing and this is probably
why he only came fourth out of five in his class. No scratch that - it was a fix, it was like being in the Eurovision song contest - Croatia and Serbia were never going to vote for us.