Neil Hopcroft

At the end of the day as everyone was packing up, there was a little girl playing with the flags on the village green.

The old inn was serving flagons of cordial and had nine mens morris boards drawn on the tables with chalk.

As ever, the alchemist had a wonderful selection of bizarre.

Nils liked the ribbons.

They were making cheese and butter in the Tudor way in the dairy.

Near the moat there is a model boat which has been falling further into a state of disrepair.

Near the woodsmans hut there was a big Mayday feast being prepared.

There were plenty of reenactors, dressed up and walking around.

I can’t work out whether these horses were jealous of or laughing at their stablemate dressed up for May Day.

There were a number of ancient crafts being demonstrated at Kentwell Tudor Day.