A  watercolour sketch on cartridge paper from one of my sketch books. Every year in a village about about  4 miles from my home, an event occurs that causes equal consternation and spectacle, at the same time. It's called the Borris fair, an ancient tradition, that has been in existence for centuries. It's basically a horse trading event, that happens on August 15 each year. It is the travelling community who primarily partake in the event, selling horses to each other and meeting to socialise, and whatnot. In recent years it has become a place to sell, second hand tools, equipment, clothes and all sorts of bric-à-brac. On a sunny day it is some sight, the past meeting the present. The above little sketch is of one such event, a bit if horse dealing, as the prospective buyers view the animals for sale.