The wonderful weather continues into September and for this year at least the village fete could rely on sunshine for the day.

We have not always managed to attend as we have sometimes been away for work or pleasure but today, took a short walk (just under two miles) there and back. There were lots of different stalls but I resisted the temptation to buy as I am trying to declutter and do not need any more hippy attire just now as I will not be able to get to Glastonbury until 2019.

The scouts had a climbing tower which some brave souls were attempting to get up.

Being a farming community which used to be known as the garden of the potteries, it was no surprise to see vintage tractors on display but also a competition to see how many plates you could shatter.


There were several competitions including some for dogs which we could not enter as our dog died last December. Music while we were there was provided by a local wind band but later, back at home while I was picking fruit for the evening meal, I could hear other artists’ music drifting across the fields.

We saw some of the local wildlife and a local haulier appeared to have been taken over by the Minions.


All too soon we had to return home to get various jobs done around the house and for James to get some rest before his night shift.