Sunday, 28 June 2009
A light shower got everyone in the mood for defying the weather and enjoying our village fete, whatever the English weather was going to throw at us . . .
Defeated by our defiance the showers went on their way and the sun shone for the rest of the afternoon – Hurrah!
The sausages were sizzling . . .
Hilary and I had spent hours setting up a plant stall to be proud of . . .
There were mini-muffins containing a mystery ingredient* . . .
And games and competitions requiring skill and accuracy . . .
The book stall spotted a money making opportunity which would have made Mary pround . . .
Of course there was tea and cake . . .
And a band to get our toes tapping . . .
And afterwards? – everything's now packed up and the pennies and pounds counted; until we do it all again next year. Right now I want to put my feet up and have a snooze :-)
* answer: frozen mashed potato
Posted by Celia Hart on Sunday, June 28, 2009