Tickets now on sale for popular family event at Yorkshire showground
Tickets are now on sale for the popular Springtime Live event.
The event, hosted by the Yorkshire Agricultural Society, will take place on Saturday, April 5, at the Great Yorkshire Showground in Harrogate, and invites families with young children to celebrate farming and the countryside.
The star attractions are farm animals such as sheep and pigs, heavy horses, and tractor trailer rides, as well as pedal tractors, Diggerland, and interactive sessions telling the story of grain from field to fork.
There will also be exotic animals, creepy crawlies, and other species, from giant tortoises and tarantulas to snakes and ferrets.
(Image: Simon Dewhurst)
Other entertainment includes Moo Music dance sessions, meeting the Easter Bunny in Enchantica's play garden, an archaeological dig experience, circus skills and facepainting, while families are invited to take time out at an indoor picnic area.
Rachel Coates, show director, said: "This is always a sell-out event that entertains and excites young children about farming, animals and the countryside.
"We would encourage families to get their tickets now to avoid disappointment."
Due to the popularity of Springtime Live, entry is by advance ticket only, and entry times are staggered.
Tickets will not be available to purchase on the gate.
Staggered arrival times can be selected when booking tickets online.
Once inside the event, all demonstrations and hands-on workshops are free.
Springtime Live takes place at the Great Yorkshire Showground, Harrogate, on Saturday, April 5, from 9am to 4.30pm.
Tickets cost £13 for adults and £8 for children or a family ticket (two adults and two children) for £37.
Entry is free for under 2s and carers of disabled visitors.
Tickets are on sale at springtimelive.co.uk (subject to availability).
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