Nigel, Ann, Haytor and the peafowl

Went to Brexit party rally at dreaded Trago Mills last night.Briliant summer evening, hedgerows blazing with red campion, bluebells, the odd primrose persevering and oceans of wild garlic.Haytor standing out in relief high above usmagnificent against the sunset.Black and white signs for “Brexit Party ushering us in and a security man in black and sort of flak jacket. It had just begun as I drove into car park. Listened to speakers taking to stage with window wound down as searched for parking. Dry sunny and windless but cold. Bitter cold. Woolly hat and scarf job.Nigel and Ann W awesome. Strutting their stuff. Indignant, outraged and determined. Many interesting candidates. Asian nurse, Elderly Admiral type who started at Brittania College, Totnes Yoga teacher with native-American type dangly earrings. “Another very brave Lady putting her head above parapet. ” said Richard er..?, the slick businessman, MC guy. One candidate/member had given her husband one of her kidneys he told us.Film crews wandering about with furry booms. Many young women with blue or turquoise dipped ended hair a la Totnes, piles of white and turquoise polysyrene campaign boards for us to wave and bang on. The Brexit party bus. A pair of scruffy mongrels on leads, small mangy, poodle type standing on hind legs and batting at each another paws around each others neck performing a long, comical dance- owners with their eyes fixed on the stage, oblivious.Lots of shouting, booming and placard waving. Union Flags affixed to long poles with Devon County flags on top fluttering in the evening sun.And all the while the plaintive calls of the Trago Mills peacocks could be heard, often emitted as applause for a speaker burst from the crowd, as if to jolly us all along…..