We'd seen the villagers yesterday in the rain trying to put up the bunting on a very small green, but like Martinburough it swells in size with all the stalls. And they are all here today. and probably many from Plymouth etc. We park in a paddock and wander down - there are hundreds here, but get the names of these attractions:. penny roll, hoopla, dog show, coconut shy, and right in the middle is the ancient old oak after which the town is named. It is propped up with a steel pole. A newer oak is nearby, and it must be a mere 100 years
And the wisteria is out, bliss so Sarah melds in in her purple, and the sun is shining for the fair.And this is the ancient oak hundreds of years, with Lewis looking on.
And here is the couple who were married in this very village, thirteen plus years ago.
Ian and Sarah Burke, who have been in New Zealand. Who would believe this man had cooked hundreds of sausages.this day.And here is the church where they married and where Sarah was christened.Tthere is a framed chart recording the history of it all the christenings with Sarah's name hanging in the bell ringers foyer.Bell ringers! And the bells do ring. yes. Oh it's all so English. But we must move on as there are prizes being won.
Sarah and Ewen with a cork gun. Don't you love it. And I am excelling as a photographer am I not?
But it's all a success, because here is the booty. . .
A frog, with open mouth and long legs, although the coconut being held on the head is a coconut shy prize.
And there is more to do at your traditional village fair folks.
Tired and successful we head off. This photo is to,prove that kids here an go into a pub and not get in to trouble. Sarah Lewis and Flynn. Two of these people are under age. What do you make of that New Zealand.?This is the penny roll or maybe this one is where you bounce the ping pong ball into a jar that is a rather clever painted scene of the village green and the oak without all the stalls.
The clown was popular.
I think the brownies ran this stand.














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