Féte

On Saturday lunchtime we heard the unmistakable sound of a steam lorry trundling down the road. Ah, yes, at two o'clock the annual summer féte would start. A warm, dry day, reliable weather for a walk down to the village and back without getting a soaking - we would go!

The field below the church was set out with stalls. The choice of games made me smile, they were all very appropriate for what had formerly been a farming community; splat the rat, welly throwing, duck racing, milk the cow!

Music played and people a queued for ice-cream.

The tractors were a big draw

for boys both big and small.

Himself liked the cars.

A good place to  sit and watch the welly throwing!

I liked this 1939 Austin tourer in British racing green with its lovely green leather seats. I don't imaging it raced but pootled gently around country lanes, hopefully with a picnic hamper strapped to the back.

Skittles,

probably borrowed  from the pub. 

Spiderman seemed very popular at the face painting stall.

This duck didn't go anywhere near the race.

Milk?!

The church tower was open

so we paid our £1 and prepared to climb.

First level was to the bell ringers gallery with this rather fine window. The story goes that it was removed for safety from the fire of London and was never returned.

Second level, the clock-winding mechanism.

Then up again to the bells.

And finally, through a VERY small door, out into the fresh air at the top of the tower where we had a bird's eye view of the countryside about us.

and the féte below.

A photo of the recent re-gilding of the weather vane - our own mythical beast! A good head for heights needed for that job.

Somewhere in the distance, beyond the field in the centre of this picture, is our cottage. We fortified ourselves with a slab of home-made cake and a drink from the village hall before walking back up the hill.

Friday Skywatch - in the pink.

At sunset the house was bathed in pink. I went outside and walked round the garden to look at the sky. What a lovely end to a lovely day.

Joining Friday Skywatch for views of skies from all around the world.

Summer colour.

With warmth and sunshine this is the most glorious month in the garden, when the plants that you bought, the plants that you inherited and those that you thought you'd bought that turned out to be something different all come in to rioting flower!

I'm so pleased that I didn't pull up the poppies that seeded themselves into the veg garden, even though I can no longer use the washing line. The bees love them and so do I.

The delphiniums are still going strong. They and the foxgloves buzz with insect life.

My little grandson is fascinated by insects. He has a container with a magnified lid so that he can catch an insect and look at it in detail. I photographed the bees in my delphiniums so that I could make a picture for his bedroom wall.

 

Ikea have frames with a deep inset that enable you to create  a more three dimensional image so I made him a collage with some fluttering butterflies. I painted two of his soft toys, Liberty bear and fox for company then tried out various flower options.

 I gave him his own pair of wings and a flight in an aeroplane. 

 Mom and Dad hung the collage above his cot.

There are lots of insects in the picture for him to spot.

It was fun to make.