We all hoped for a dry blue day when the time came for the fire stations garden fete, everyone had worked hard to make the day a success. Once again the main stall would attract many of the towns males to try their hand at throwing a wellie to win a piglet, this had been a tradition of the fete for many years.
Cooks lucky dip stall would also attract the men, as they attempted to win her bottled parsnip wine.
Whilst the men completed, their wife’s chattered over cheese scones, and tea in china cups.
As usual there were many interesting tables lining the perimeter of the large walled Georgian garden. The gardener wife sold home made jams and pickled walnuts, whilst the firemen’s wives had their usual cake stall. Gardeners sold the products of their labour; there was rhubarb to dip in sugar, which stood side by side with flowers and marrows, as the scent of seasonal herbs drifted across the bales of hay. Bales which served as seats around the manicured grounds. But this year my favourite stall was the coconut shy. I was there when the vicar’s wife won the piglet.
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The vicars wife usually dressed in blue to attended the fete, she shocked the men by winning the main prize of the day.