There aren’t enough words available to express the magic of the Royal Highland Show (RHS).

Started in 1822, RHS is the pinnacle of agricultural shows, or fairs as we might call them, in Scotland. Only the best of the best arrive to compete and some will leave with a stamped ticket to the fall’s Horse Of The Year Show in Birmingham, UK.

RHS sees more than 2,000 competitors entered in more than 900 competitions with an excess of 6,5000 animals over five days. Tens of thousands of visitors arrive each year to cast their eyes upon the gussied-up goats, sheep, cattle and horses. There are even competitions for farriers, sheep shearers and lumberjacks.

And that’s not even the half of it. There are 1,000 trade stands, so many Scottish food samplings you could and probably should skip a meal, plus tractors and other such machinery to figure out how to afford, and educational workshops.

There are mountain biking, fly-fishing, falconry, archeology and even ferret demonstrations. Though, I confess, I’m unclear about what happens during a ferret demonstration.

There is live music and a beer garden if the above-mentioned isn’t your jam.

And while I loved seeing everything, my main focus, as always, was the horses.