Mr Finleyson had to nip out to his Land Rover to display a plastic card he was given at registration, on his dashboard, which identified him as a show competitor, therefore allowed to park in the competitors car park. He headed to the vast car park to find his Land Rover. He was clutching Martha as he made his way there. Once at his vehicle, he put the plastic parking badge onto the dashboard. He then went to the back and fed and watered Martha. When he was finished, he was about to head back to the competitors tent to display another badge he was given and check up on his other hens to make sure they were okay and had plenty of water and feed. As he was parked close to the entrance of the show grounds, it was no bother to nip back and forth to his vehicle. Before he went through the turnstile to the show grounds, he turned round to survey the huge car park. It was two thirds full, which surprised him as it held over one thousand cars when full. Of course there were farmers there who were showing sheep, lambs, cows, calves, and bulls. There were also various dog shows plus sheepdog trials. As Mr Finleyson's eyes scanned the car park, he burst out laughing at what he saw. A vast car park of over seven hundred brand new Land Rover Discovery's, long wheelbase Defenders and brand new £120,000 Range Rover Vogues, glistening in the morning sun! If you did not know any better, you would think you were surveying the car park of a Land Rover/Range Rover production plant! Not the car park of the Norwich show grounds! What was even funnier, was in the midst of all these multi-million pounds worth of 4x4's sat his crappy old, rusty, dilapidated, thirty year old long wheelbase Land Rover Defender, with it's hen scratched bonnet and peeling faded paintwork! He didn't give a toss what people thought of his 4x4. At least he was not a pretentious and pompous gasbag, like all these farmers trying to impress and outdo each other! It was well known throughout Britain that farmers were the most miserable, greetin faced, moaning, bastards on the face of the earth! They were always crying poverty, when in fact, with their set asides, government subsidies, and vast payments for not growing this or that crop as laid down by the EU rules, not to mention the acreage of fertile land worth a fortune, owned by each farmer, made some of them the richest people in Britain. Yet they would stand and tell you to your face that they did not have a brass farthing to their names. They would tell you that with a straight face to boot! They all dressed as if they were store detectives for Oxfam. Yet each one of them were driving brand new, expensive, top of the range 4x4's! He chuckled to himself when a picture came into his head, of Martha and the other hen friends tap dancing on the bonnets of the new Range Rovers. What a sight that would be! All the bonnets scratched to buggery! He hurried back through the turnstile to see if Gilbert was finished registering. He was. Mr Finleyson noticed that old Bertie was still at the registration table, arguing with the woman about competitors entry fees. He was holding up his queue, in which Colin Brown was behind him waiting his turn and looking right pissed off! Gilbert turned to Mr Finleyson and said, "Do you want to go over to the food stalls to get something to eat before the judging starts?" He replied, "Sure, let's eat now, I'm starving!" They were about to leave the registration area when they heard old Bertie shouting and swearing about the red wristbands he was wearing, that he could not remember putting on!