On Bank Holiday Monday mum, DN, my sister and my brother-in-law all went to an old-fashioned traditional summer fete in the beautiful village of Kelston which lies at the start of the Cotswolds, between Bristol and Bath. Although I wasn't able to be with them this year, I have been to this fete before and know what a lovely afternoon it is, I've been able to enjoy the afternoon by proxy thanks to the lovely photos I was sent by e-mail. Here are a few of the highlights which were particularly enjoyed by DN.
An old-fashioned marionette show.
A display of vintage tractors.
A ride around the surrounding fields in a tractor-towed trailer.
And, of course, the perenially popular although not so traditonal, bouncy castle.
Apparently there was also a spinning demonstration, the village church was open, there were home made jams, jellies and marmalades for sale. And, most popular with my brother-in-law, home made cream teas available.
Kelston is such a pretty village with all the buildings being constructed in the soft warm cream of Bath stone. When I read yesterdays post over at Yarnstorm I was reminded that John Betjeman mentions Kelston in the second verse of his poem 'Bristol'. How he, as a stranger to those parts, knew the area so well is a mystery to me but evidently he recognised the beauty of the place very quickly.
I can't imagine that either Bitton or Kelston's belfrys are oil-lit today, but other than that I doubt that Kelston especially has changed at all since John Betjeman wrote those words in the 1930s.