Tattoo convention Bridgewater, wet shirt competition

About 10 years ago I was invited to attend a tattoo convention in Bridgewater. A stage had been assembled and there were several judging’s. The best face tattoo, the best leg tattoo, the best sleeve tattoo, and so it went on. In the distance The fog briefly lifted and unveiled the river Derwent which shimmered like precious metal. The final event was the wet shirt competition. As the contestants climbed the stage someone in the crowd yelled out “Go Mum!”