There’s something quintessentially British about a local village fair.
I spent this sunny bank holiday Monday checking out the Peaslake fair where the only disappointment was if you happened to be a dog and you’d been training all year for the classic doggie biscuit catching event.
After bounding over the hill with your buddy, and taking out the only octogenarian in our party with a full impact, hip smashing, lucky not to be in A&E kind of collision, on reaching the fair you find that said event has been cancelled – there’s not much to do but doggie sulk.
For the rest of us, there was Pimms of course to recover from the collision and a wander round the village fete faves.
Then there was eating to be done…
Before the trek back over to our side of the hill… (the octogenarian scammed a ride in a car for those of you concerned & is now tucking into a nice glass of vino).
