One of the best and worst events of our life was "The Buskers Festival."  I will always remember my pleasure at seeing three elegantly dressed geese being herded along by an Australian Cattledog.
It had been recommended to me as a retail venue by someone with no comprehension of the 'right' venue for fine art.  For starters I was promised an undercover prestige venue to mount a fine art display from an award winning art gallery and I found myself being given a trestle table by the roadside alongside trash and treasure on one side and cheap Asian imports on the other.  I would have been happier at a field day event exhibiting beside jeep parts.  At least that would have brought out a lot of country men who love the Australian landscape paintings.

Now that was the second time that happened to me - there is a lesson there - qualify your prospects before you waste valuable time with them.

Added to the insult of being brought out on a 'bum-steer,' it poured with rain ith one of the worst storms in the century. It was however - WONDERFUL weather for  - DUCKS.  Well geese anyhow. and what geese. While my art exhibition was dismal failure hidden away under tarpaulins, these geese were the outright star attraction of an otherwise doomed buskers festival.