Saturday, May 07, 2011

 

West Grinstead food and art fair.

It was a lovely day - planned to include something a bit different.
It began as normal with a visit to the car boot sale at Ford.
Maybe I will share with you some pictures of purchases tomorrow.
We breakfasted at The Balaton and then walked by the river to the lifeboat station. It was a a recruitment drive day - well, Bill can't be a lifeboatman, but we did talk a while with some of the volunteers.
And then we headed home - with plans to call in at the church of St George in West Grinstead.
I had seen posters about a food and art fair and wondered what was going on.
It was delightful. We loved it.
And there was one very quirky episode.
I will let pictures do the talking.

There was a display of stationary steam engines.
They chug and puff all day and the owners enjoy a day out in the open with friends, chatting and relaxing.



















Some enjoy a very relaxing day!














The women folk can have a natter and a picnic in the sunshine.
















And others can look back on their greatest stationary steam engine moments.















Later, the swing boats did a roaring trade.












Tents were erected in the graveyard and the food stalls and craft stalls had to work round the gravestones.











We spent a long while with the couple selling Sussex cheese. I have discovered that my body can tolerate small amounts of goat or sheep cheese and I enjoyed sampling some.
We bought some Chabis made at Golden Cross and some Duddleswell cheese.
We also sampled wines at another stall.

There was an art exhibition in the church and also a display of photographs and information about local foods.

What a lovely old bee keeper.
















We were surprised by this picture.
It shows the tea rooms at Dial Post.
It was a tea rooms renowned for catering for touring cyclists.
My eyes were drawn to the back of the photo.....surely that is Graham Seymour at the back, on the left. And then I was sure that the young man with his back to us was Bill and standing, facing Bill is Eric. Bill recognise quite a few others too.
It must have been about 1960.
Certainly a surprise to find Bill in a picture in this fairly remote little church.

The children from the local school performed country dances for us in the graveyard.












As I watched this little girl caught my eye - a quick glance reminded me so much of Ecky as a younger girl.









We were enjoying a half pint of Sussex ale as we enjoyed the dancing.

Other children presented the play of St George and the Dragon.









A short walk took us  to a bridge across the River Adur - the upper reaches.



































It was a lovely day.