|The sun was bright and sparkling
on the waves, a crisp Autumn day, as the SeaCat glided out of Harwich port.
Hours later, when my friend Julia Hands and I stepped off the train at
Rotterdam Central Station, it was dark, windy and pouring with rain...
slightly travel-shocked we took several wrong trams and turnings before
finally arriving at the Youth Hostel.
We were up early the next morning, and plotted our route to the rat show, which we found was in the far north of the city in Schiebroek. It took us hardly any time to get there on the fast and smooth trams, and were rewarded by our first sight of the city in daylight.
Der Goeder Herderkerk ("Good Shepherd Church") on Kastanjeplein is a beautiful modern church surrounded by a wide moat and weeping willows. The rat show, organised by the IRF - Internationale Ratten Fokkers/Fanclub - was held in the church hall, which had wide windows through which the daylight streamed in across the tables filled with carriers. More than 200 rats were present, some estimated as many as 300.
|The judge was Dutch, and
we watched as he judged the rats. He used a piece of carpet on the table
and placed every rat on it in turn, to observe its conformation and its
overall shape, setting the rats to pose, rather like rabbit judges do at
rabbit shows. Very few of the rats were nervous and all appeared to have
excellent temperament, bold and curious but amenable to his handling and
judging style. All the rats got a critique at the end of the show, and
were scored with points out of 100.
The rats were all exhibited in standard small-animal carriers, of varying sizes, some with two or three occupants. Exhibitors are permitted to handle their rats at any time during the show, and show rules insist that food and water must be constantly available to all rats during the show.
Like the Knagerfestijn, an area had been set up beside the show hall with chairs and tables, where visitors and exhibitors could sit, relax, talk and smoke. We appreciated this immensely, as it gave us the chance to socialise with various exhibitors we met. I felt it is something our rat shows are lacking, and would be a wonderful addition, if just a small section of the hall could be set with chairs and three or four tables for this purpose.
The buck I handled was not, I was told, a terribly good merle, but the rat had numerous small spots and flecks of solid mink in the coloured parts of its coat, on the hood and saddle - a very attractive effect. I feel it is just as attractive on the dark pearl as it is on full pearl, and hope that when we eventually get the variety to the UK we can develop both shades.
Among the rats she was exhibiting was a Silver Fawn buck bred by Ann Storey (Rivendell Stud) which I took over for her earlier in the year. "Scar Tissue" as he is named (after a Red Hot Chilli Peppers song) is a huge buck with a classic English-style head shape and solid build. Also there was "Rednex", a Cinnamon Pearl bred by Lucie Mann, another UK export.
At the end of the day, the huge array of gleaming giant trophies arranged on the edge of the stage were awarded. Not only the winners, but all places down to 6th are given a trophy; the first four placings receive a tall shiny pedestal, and the others have a shield. Scar Tissue won a 3rd place trophy for Carine, and Rednex was awarded a 1st prize trophy.
After the show, we were given a lift back into Rotterdam by Pauline and her partner Marcel, where we enjoyed a meal at a crowded authentic chinese restaurant, and talked rats. "Why did you decide to import rats from Australia?" I asked Pauline. "Oh, for the adventure!" she laughed. An expensive adventure, but one which has brought a completely new variety to Europe. Pauline also brought in a pair of rats from a line which is unusually long-lived, most reaching 3 - 4 years of age.
An early night was in order, but the next day we had a few hours spare before catching the boat train home at 3pm. We pored over the map and decided to catch a tram which would take us a little further around Rotterdam. The skyscrapers were quite beautiful, mirrored black glass that captured the clouds and the reflections of the water. We crossed the stunning Erasmus bridge, a suspension bridge suspended only at one end, passed the tiny Noorder Eiland in the middle of the Niewe Maas harbour, crowded to the edge with tall houses, and went right out into the suburbs to the end of the line at the extreme south east of the city, before taking the same tram back again.
And then, alas, it was time to return. Glowing with good memories of a great weekend, tired beyond mere weariness, we set off homewards on the double-decker train, vowing with eyes and minds as the last piece of Dutch countryside passed by outside, to return as soon as possible.
SHOWS IN HOLLAND 2001
21st April at Maasluis - IRF Show
28/29th April at Arnhem - Het Knagerfestijn (The Rodent Festival)
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