Nothing makes me happier than bunting. Well, except perhaps a good cream tea. So, when I was invited to the North Curry Village Fete with the prospect of both AND lots of lovely stalls run by Beryl Cook type ladies from the Womens Institute I didn't hesitate.
TAKE ME, TAKE ME NOW!!
Fortunately this wasn't misinterpreted and off we set for the Somerset Levels.
There's very little I can say so I will let the photos speak for themselves. Suffice to say it was the kind of day that soothes my soul, fills my heart with joy and my stomach with homemade cake.
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| lovely ladies |
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| lovely cakes! |
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| beautiful house and BUNTING!! |
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| cream teas in the garden |
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| they call themselves The Fiddling Folk (I kid you not!) |
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| coconut shy |
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| Punch and Judy on the village green |
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| A rare photo of me watching the show |
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| swing boats |
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| such a beautiful village |
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| makes me wanna grow me a beard and grab me a stick! |
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| room for another? I think so!! |
Rewinding at the Fibro
5 comments:
Um, you were joking about the beard and the stick, right?
Well, I'll wait and see how i get on with the snuff first .......
Lovely!! I know it can't all be like this but it so makes me want a cottage somewhere in the English countryside for the summer.
There's nothing quite like it Catherine. It was the most perfect of days.
Ah, it's all so gorgeous. I absolutely love bunting. Bunting makes any day just that little bit better.
Thanks for Rewinding at the Fibro.
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