Who needs to go to Glastonbury to get muddy?

SATURDAY saw the annual church fete in the churchyard. There were innumerable tombolas and second-hand book stalls, including one staffed by the organisation trying to save the church hall, and a chance to pelt a couple of vicars, as well as one of our n

SATURDAY saw the annual church fete in the churchyard. There were innumerable tombolas and second-hand book stalls, including one staffed by the organisation trying to save the church hall, and a chance to pelt a couple of vicars, as well as one of our newest district councillors, James Palmer, with wet sponges. Lots of money changed hands in aid of good causes, but I always feel a little bit uneasy walking over the graves of the former residents of the town.

The fete ended in the traditional manner with a spectacular cloudburst. Who needs to go all the way to Glastonbury to get a good soaking? You could hear live music in the evening, too, at the jazz concert in Linda and Chris Palmer's garden and still sleep in a dry bed.


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