A Ninety Niner.

The Gods are looking kindly on this year's Meadow's Festival. The sun is shining and the stall holders are able to have their wares on display 'en plain air'. They should do good business with the throng of customers dressed in their summery best. Only his Lordship could think it was cold in the shade.

We sauntered round the paths lined with tables piled high with an assortment of goods, records, books, bric a brac which you probably wouldn't give house room to, and clothes new and second hand.
In the middle was a stage, undercover such as you might see at a music festival, from which emanated loud music of no appeal to me, but which could be successfully drowned out by Classic FM when inside the Dower House.

There were hot dog and refreshment stalls and an ice cream van selling cones of ice cream , the soft kind concocted with all the E numbers you can think of, but which I regret to say, I love.
Despite the inevitable holiday weight gain registered this morning, I was easily persuaded to give one a licking. The weight will get a 'licking' next week..... hopefully.