Sunday, May 13, 2007


The local fete is one of the set pieces of the Village year, and ours took place yesterday.

In our neck of the woods, it takes place in a field which sits between the Church and the Cricket field - a location which is quintisentially "English". Some years, we have a brass band, some years a Maypole and always there is a range of stalls selling cakes, flowers, teas and, a range of books, old records and other bits and pieces which you feel, after attending for a few years, seem to reappear with annual regularity. All that seems to change for these nomadic items is the loft in which they spend the next twelve months.

But it is a time when the local community relaxes a bit, wanders around and catches up with the gossip and the happenings since the last "get together" which, in our rural calender, is the Annual Christmas Carol Concert. These pictures were taken a couple of years ago, but not much changes!

A little bit of England which I suspect may well be gradually on the wane, as the way of life changes. We shall see.


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