This morning I went to a seed swap. Here I am setting up my trestle table with some of the many plants that seem to riot in my garden, Corsican hellebores, aquilegia and the like. I also made up a good number of seed packets, all ready to swap! I am given a table next to a lovely selling stall, Thomas Etty Esq. He spots my blackcurrant plants and we immediately arrange a swap - my 'Ben Sarek' for his 'Lazy Housewife' and 'Drunken Woman'. I don't really need either kidney bean or lettuce seed, but who can resist names such as these?
Cars have come laden with all sorts of goodies
and set up stall in the village hall.
It's treasure trove!
The female Somerset Morris group with their beribboned two metre wooden staves with distinctive brass metal heads. There are differing patterns for each village. In other parts of the country the stave heads were made of wood and few have survived.
The Somerset Morris musicians play to dances that originate from the Friendly Societies which were a vital feature of life for working people in the last half of the eighteenth century.
Members of these societies were given help in times of ill health and hardship and were also provided with a decent burial.
The Jubilee Morris Men take over the entertainment.
Wearing bells and waving handkerchiefs is such hard work