Village Life

Last summer, I moved from Harlow, Essex to a little village in West Sussex. I grew up in a town, and my only other experience of village life was in the most pretensious village ever, where I lived for two years a little while back.

Today we had our village fete, and - unlike the one in the most pretentious village in the world- it was lovely. Small and sweet and village-y. Despite the overcast weather, it brought a smile to my face.

The photo isn't great, but best I could manage without shoving my way waaaaaay too close to the action. It's some of the village children dancing the May Pole.