Apparently I have been to the Worstead Festival before, but it must have been years and years ago. Certainly the time Pops video-ed it, getting commentary from Grandad (and repetition from Nan) I must have been at Bible Camp. We started in the Church..
Inside is the font cover that Grandad carved during its restoration..
and the photo of Great Grandad with Worstead's other WW1 men (bottom row, 3rd from left)
The Guild of weavers and er... knitters and stuff was in there, and there was a 'community project' that anyone could do a bit of. I added a bumblebee stripe to the traditional black sail of the the Wherry. I figured since it already had a bright pink mast no-one could complain.
Wandered past the stalls of crafts and overpriced grub (should I confess to going back to the Ramblers Association stall to buy a guide book to short walks around Norwich?) and on to the main event ring. We decided that Norfolk people are not bred for public speaking and presentation... the guy commentating on the WW2 vehicles was hopeless. Think I could correctly identify more than he did.. but then this one was easy..
Still brings back memories of the smell of binbags of rotting grass in a heatwave! Next me and Chalkie wandered round the vintage tractors. Chalkie told me that the DB is Aston Martin is from when they were bought out by the tractor company..
There was also an old Caterpillar. It needed an air compressor to start it, and made a right mess of the grass when it moved off..
Most exciting moment of the day was when a shire horse went on a rampage (well, ok, got a bit startled and ran at the fence for about ten seconds)
Gutted to find that by the time we found them over the hill, most of the classic cars had gone. There was this nice Jag left, and the judge's Sunbeam. Apparently the velcro holding the roof on was original.
Ice cream scoffed. Back to the event ring for the tractor display, and then the best bit of the day. The Sheepdog demo was brilliant. The farmer lady can't have been from round 'ere, because her explanation was brilliant. Made even more amusing by the fact DEFRA won't allow them to move sheep off the farm, so the dogs have to herd geese.
Off to the coast for tea. Ended up at Cromer. Failed miserably to fly Chalkie's Animal kite. I blame the inconsistent wind. Had more success than the surfers though. A piddly wave came along every ten minutes, and all three missed it every time!
Scene it butt whooping Sunday night. Two hours at Tyre Pros Monday morning got Bumbles wheels properly tracked. Nothing ever simple with Bumble. At least I got a nice cup of Mars hot choc, and a couple of hours of reading Little Women. Popped in to see Nan Leggett (who says we are all mad bugles) then home to try to get some surveys done. Had an hour of 'I'm supposed to be on holiday' in the hammock reading then sleeping in the sun. Then washed and polished Bumble. Beat Pops at table tennis. Late tea, and very late heading off back to Lufbra.
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