I have to say it was a brilliant day, due to the efforts of the allotment committee and everyone else who put in so much effort both before and on the day! There was so much going on that it was impossible to feel bored.
Early on, people were carefully putting produce in the show tent to be judged by Alf, our local champion gardener (and my neighbour on the allotment!). I have no idea who the overall winner was, probably because the outstanding impression was the fun that people had displaying the fruits of their labours! Everything was arranged on tables inside a lovely marquee that appeared from nowhere a couple of days before:
Needless to say I didn't have anything ready to show, but I may have a few things for the village show later in the year.
The bells of the Borderline Morris Dancers could be heard for several minutes before they actually arrived, and they gave several performances during the day. The music and the dancing were so wonderfully English and let's face it you don't see sights like this every day!
Here's a video of one of their dances:
There were hand bell ringers from the village, a boules tournament, cakes (never seen so many), cream teas, hot dogs, a lemonade stall, guitarists, singing, a vintage tractor, a steam engine, and best of all loads of happy people:
...and while there are still events like this, and people who care about them, it may be a cliché, but...
There'll always be an England: