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Village Fête

Back in Blighty & nothing says "welcome home" better than a meander around the Village Fête
The fête is as true to our soil as the green grass that grows upon it, along with our nurturing, unceasing rain. Of course, no true British fête is void of rain, alcohol & other people's tat.



After a few go's on the tombola & coconut shy, we embraced the weather conditions and took refugee under the brolly. 

And so, with wet bums we tucked into pints...


Strawberries & scones


Hot dogs



And chocolate cake



A little tiddly, soaking wet and stuffed, something miraculous happened...



The sun came out!

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