Carnival Day…

.., Glorious weather. (Too hot some might say? Hands up).
There was much to photograph, along the lines of floats, steam engines, giant puppets, performers (and frankly too many Carnival Queens) but I’ve settled on the Lancaster Bomber for a blip.
The Elderly One would have loved the fly past. I used to get taken to Farnborough Airshow as a child (which he loved and about which I remained stalwartly indifferent all of his life).

We waited for over an hour for the parade to start. It was spent most pleasantly fussing a fourteen week old cockerpoo in a pram, who appeared to be my friend for life.

I have never come home from a carnival parade so wet… Water pistols reigned (no pun intended!) today.
All good fun and lots of charities benefited.