Simon Hoggart in Gurdien on Saturday had a very entertaining article about what used to be called Garden Fetes but apparently, in the effete south, at any rate, are now known as 'Local Community Fairs' 'Community' being the 21st Century buzzword for everything from Overseas Development as in Community Based whatever or covens of Al Qaida sleepers in Leeds or wherever. In the Merse we have Fund raising Garden Parties-more gentle affairs, sans
Bouncing Castles and avec*
middle class ladies giving childrens rides in Pony and Traps. The centre piece of our Garden Party was a bring your own picnic elegantly laid out under sideless Marquees- surplus from the set of the new local Blockbuster:' No weddings and no funerals thankyou'-a wine bar, a buried treasure event(The hidden treasure was under Mrs Beamworthy as one local paper once reported) A gift stall-for those items won at least weeks Village Hall raffle and a plant stall for those what nots bought from the garden centre two weeks ago and which you did not get round to planting. Huttonian presided over the Krazy Kroket-a devilish and near impossible game involving impenetrable hoops, elliptical and very old croquet balls and a slightly twisted mallet played on a bumpy side lawn with a list to Starboard. He made £22 which at 50 p a go is not bad. The Church Funds should benefit well even if the turnout on a grey neo Fish day was not great.
* Enough French. Entente Cordiale
is very last year. Blog-ed