Neil Hopcroft

On our way out at the end of the day, we saw the costumes from the play stacked ready to be put away for another year.

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.