Wednesday, 7 September 2011

A Village Fete

Last weekend we went to a village fete in a very interesting place called Whiteway.  Whiteway is a group of houses which was set up as a commune in 1898, you can read a little more about it here.  Some relatives of ours have recently bought a building plot there, and they must really love us because at the moment it is horrendous....



Now these relatives are far from anarchist, and so the choice of a commune provoked a great deal of hilarity in our family, but actually they are moving into a very artistic and welcoming community.  A very British sort of commune where the art of the village fete is alive and well.  There was loads of homemade bunting...


A stall selling preserves...


and even The Gloucester Morris Men...


Morris dancing, for those of you unfamiliar with it, is a peculiar English tradition where men, many of whom have beards, wear pseudo yokel clothing and bells around their legs while dancing to folk music.  It is rather wonderful in a mad sort of way, and I am always pleased to see the morris dancers as a fan of most tradition, the sillier the better.  My daughters on the other hand were far from impressed by this....


Well, you can see their point.  I was busily snapping away with my phone (apologies for the appalling quality of these snaps, my camera had no battery left), when I suddenly heard shrieks and screams of terror coming from somewhere near my knees.  By the time I turned around my daughters had fled in horror.  Fortunately a man nearby (once he had finished laughing) was able to point them out to me.  They had made their way to the ice cream stall and were clinging to their grandparents legs as if their life depended on it.  They were so terrified in fact that they didn't even eat their ice-cream.

That was pretty much the end of the fete for us, we headed back to the building plot and, pausing only to pick some fresh plums from a tree which was literally buckling with the weight of the fruit...


we made our way back to Hilly Town House for a cup of the and some freshly bought cake.

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