Each year the village holds a fete to raise money for the local church. Considering how small the village is, 2,000 people, there's always plenty to look at, listen to and throw things at.
Such as the skittle alley...
No win this time.
Or you can listen to the local brass band.
Or admire the view.
Or win a coconut.
Or have a nice cup of tea and a slice of homemade cake while you admire your coconut.
And when we tired of the fete, we went to collect no 1 son who had arrived back in the UK after a week away on a school exchange trip to Germany. Apparently it all went very week and we don't know how he did it but he managed to bring back a gift to warm any father's heart.