Beer Festival

You can't say nothing happens in the county.
This was the fourth annual Sun Beer Festival, a piece of village tomfoolery creating a new custom. It may well have been the last as you can see here. It began at the cemetery with flowers being placed on the grave of the late Flossie Lane, last publican of this parlour pub. Then a procession led by Scottish pipers (' whose grave is that?' the Highland lassie whispered in my ear)

Then the Mayor, elected annually by regulars, opened the event.

We put in an appearance (spot us if you can) and might have stayed longer but for the rain. Rumour has it that the Sun is almost in safe hands. We hope the new owner manages to maintain the atmosphere of the old building whilst conforming to Elf and Safety, more tomfoolery.