We beat the weather but it was touch and go. The forecast during the week threatened the whole event. The Bouncy Castle cancelled on the Thursday in fear of wind gusts in excess of 40 mph. As the day arrived we had gusts of between 25 and 30 mph and although that was still too much for the Bouncy Castle it was not enough to deter the small but expert team from erecting the gazebos. You know who you are, thank you.
We did however have to move over to the more sheltered side of The Meadow which caused some confusion as the stall holders arrived. The unfamiliar layout received many positive comments and certainly protected most of us from the stronger gusts. It may not have been successful for all stalls. We also proved we could have a successful fete and also offer parking on The Meadow.
Thank you to all who put so much effort into building the wonderful scarecrows. It was a pleasure to judge the marvellous creations and there was even an attempt to be a living mawkin. One scarecrow definitely disturbed Tully more than any other. I thought if it scared the dog it would also scare crows and so it became the eventual winner. I hope we have started something that will continue in the future.
The financial paperwork from the “wash-up” meeting is already available on the village website… but in case you haven’t heard, money counted and banked from the day amounted to £2595. Some stalls did better than last year and others not so well. That is the nature of the Fete.
However, it is not all about the money. It is about bringing people together, spending some valuable time and having some fun as a community. It is what makes Sweffling the place we all want to be part of.
So a big Irish thank you to all from me, and well done all of you who visited, bought, sold, ate, drank, hammered, tied, mended, carried, tidied, sorted, made, baked, sliced, wrapped, emptied, washed, dried, mixed, cooked, poured, scooped, barbied, announced, painted, drove, raffled, chased, ran, jumped, cut, counted, pitched and struck!
Go raibh mile maith agat.
John Stanley, Fairways