The vast recreation ground is parched and scorching so I leave the stalls, tombolas and raffles, obedient dogs, juvenile dancers, pipers, stunt cyclists, Punch and Judy and all the melting trappings of a successful summer fête. The village hall is cooler and that's where to find the produce and handicrafts.
Janet Hodges's knitted Ross Poldark glowers like the real thing.
The 'four courgettes' class evokes T. S. Eliot |