I’m not a royalist by any means, and am usually one to avoid enforced jollity, but I did enjoy the jubilee celebrations. Not the ones in London, which passed me by, but the village picnic organised by some community-minded souls. I think pretty much the whole village was there for food, football for the grown ups, races for the children, face painting and balloon races and the rest.
There was bunting aplenty, but there are times, apparently, when mere bunting will not cut it. Oh no.
There was free tea and coffee all day and the WI provided a huge array of cakes:
No village occasion is complete without a small child attempting to carry a bear larger than they are:
The children ran around and got themselves overtired and overexcited, and Littlest S&S held Daddy’s raffle tickets (red, white and blue, naturally) during the draw.
The Little Boy won second prize for his crown, but refused to model it for photos and so won’t be in the local paper. Boo!