A perfect June summer's day.
Fish and chips on the seafront.
A village fete, such as I haven't experienced for over fifty years.
I even won a coconut at the coconut shy.
I had a go at the skittles, but I didn't try throwing a wet sponge at the man in the stocks (pillory). I enjoyed listening to St. Swithun's Band and the Holy Trinity Church Bell Ringers. It could have been Castle Cary, 1955.
Bradpole, June 5 2010.
Lovely. You and I know these things happen all the time, all over England. It's great to read about it and see pictures in Blogland. To hear some of the national commentators talk, you'd think fetes disappeared years ago or were just situations in comedy dramas. But this kind of thing is part and parcel of rural life, country life, community life. Things change but at the same time nothing changes.
ReplyDeleteI hate to be pedantic but your picture shows a man in a pillory, not the stocks. Village stocks were used to restrain a person by his feet, whereas the pillory held him by the wrists and neck.
ReplyDeleteAndrew Plumridge
Not at all pedantic. Quite correct. Lazy posting on my part! Thanks for noticing.
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