About 40 years ago I went to The Sheepy Magna Country Fair, where Alex Campbell was the guest for the concert. He gave them some stick....."My mates can say they've played Las Vegas, and New York, but how many can say they've played Sheepy Magna, hey?"
That was one memorable moment, and the other was (Ta-Rah) A JACK RUSSELL TERRIER RACE. (Bedlington terriers allowed but the only entry was scratched.)
The lure was a rabbit which was leaking blood, dragged by a string around a tyreless bike wheel, on an upside-down bike, and had to be, just to go fast enough. You've never seen anything as keen as those little blokes, slavering, glaring-eyed mini-monsters. Greyhounds? Pshaaa.
They went into the winning funnel of hay-bales without breaking pace, in a sustained series of thuds, and the officials had to dismantle the bales to find the winner, as only the also-rans could get out again.
An ever-fresh memory.