On the morning of Sunday, October 16, which dawned with a remarkably bright sun soon making its presence known, welcome after the torrential rain in the early hours, I walked up to the main gate at Stafford, where a tunnel passes under the road and through which visitors enter the showground.
It was probably about 9.30am when I stood there – and I was transfixed as a seemingly never-ending snake of people kept emerging from the tunnel. It just went on, and on, and on. Although I’ve been going to the show twice a year since 2001, I’ve never been through the tunnel, which
