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The last of the village fêtes

It’s a long weekend here in the UK (euphoniously described as the August Bank Holiday), the last long weekend — believe it or not — until Christmas. Really, we need to jigger our vacation days around a little.

We went to two of the last village fêtes today. Probably the very last; must have Uncle B consult his calendar.

I bought a picture frame, a cut glass wineglass to drink my mead from and a little embroidered Chinese bag to put my pencils in. Uncle B bought a cherry pitter (don’t ask).

Also, I haggled with a bookseller. He wanted to sell me four hardback books for 40p, but I persuaded him to take a pound. Because that’s just the way it is here.

Yes, there was maggot racing. No, I didn’t bet on the maggots, though I believe Uncle B has played the slimy ponies in years past (and won).

On the way through Rye, we noticed the circus tent pitched in a field. The circus. That really is the very end of the season, right there.

Where did the Summer go?

August 26, 2013 — 9:22 pm
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