Fete season always kicks of with the Hurtsbourne Priors and Clatfords May Fairs, and normally we are lucky with the weather. Not so sadly this year. The Heavens opened and it pelted down.
Happily though, the doughty villagers of North West Hampshire were not disheartened and much jollity was had.
For me it was a sad moment, as it was my final Clatfords Fair. The boundary changes mean that lovely part of Hampshire is moving out of the constituency and so, after nine happy years, I won’t be their MP whatever happens. I made the most of the moment with a good foaming pint of bitter and toasted them for the welcome over the years.
Well done to all involved on the day. It takes a lot of work to put them on so bravo to the volunteers.