To his fellow competitors, who were bitter and jealous of Martha. To hell with them all, he thought. In fact if his farm was not so far away, he would turn round right now and not even bother to compete. Well he had come this far, so he had to compete one more time. So might as well make the best of it! They had now arrived at the outskirts of Norwich. The directions to the show grounds was sign posted along the way and also showed they were now only two miles away. He followed the signs slowly as there was now a procession of tractors, farm vehicles and day trippers out for some fun with their families. As they approached the show grounds, he could also make out the vast parking area. Those who were show competitors had their own parking area close to the back entrance for easy access. He followed the signs to the parking area in which he would park. All the rows were identified with a letter and each parking bay was numbered. He would have to write down where he was, so he could find the Land Rover amongst his fellow competitor's vehicles. He managed to park in row B, space 12. This was it he thought. Win, lose or draw, his competing days were over. When he got out of the Land Rover, the air was thick with the smell of cotton candy, popcorn, toffee apples and burgers. The smell made him quite hungry all of a sudden, and he looked forward to lunch. Martha and the other hens were in for a big treat. All of the popcorn they could eat! He went round to the other side and reached in and picked up Martha. The other hens he would come back for after he registered. First, before going to register, he fed and watered the hens and Martha, who pecked away at her food on the bonnet of his Land Rover where he had put her food and a dish of water. Martha knew she would soon be competing as she had dozens of times in the past. After pecking up all her food, she began to dance on the bonnet of the Land Rover. She loved to dance on the bonnet, and over time had completely ruined it. It was covered in scratches and gouges from Martha and her hen friends, who seemed to treat the bonnet of his vehicle as a dance floor. He had seen up to eight hens up on the bonnet, jiving away for all they were worth! Little stick legs were a blur as they did the Fandango in perfect unison. Arses up in the air, chests puffed out. They were having the time of their life. He couldn't care less about the state of his bonnet. It was only an old, battered, faded, rusty Land Rover that had got him from A to B and that was all that mattered to him. Let the hens "cut a rug" on top of the bonnet. It was a sight to behold! No more time for dancing. There would be plenty of time later. He took Martha off the bonnet and headed for the registration table where the long table had entry forms, badges, numbered arm bands and tags for the show animals. There were seven people sitting at the long table registering the competitors and their animals.