Polly Put the Kettle on.

Back at the beginning of June, the annual flower festival was held in 

Pett Church.

We met up with my sister at the end of the lane and walked to the church, passing lovely gardens and verges with wild orchids.

The church was buzzing with tombola, plants and book stalls outside.

The theme this year was 
"Polly put the kettle on." 
It was great to walk round guessing the nursery rhymes.

Display in the entrance.

 Tea and delicious cakes at the back.

 The font as Ding Dong Bell.

 Polly put the kettle on.

SeeSaw Marjory Daw

Girls and Boys come out to Play

Rock a bye baby 

Hickory Dickory Dock

Old MacDonald had a Farm.

This display was in memory of Tim`s mum Kay Jury.

Ring a ring o`roses

Alice the Camel.

I didn`t know this as a nursery rhyme.

Lavender`s Blue dilly dilly

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Here are some of the other displays.

And finally 
Ten Green Bottles

 Well done to everyone who helped to make such wonderful displays. It was most enjoyable,

Midsummer Sunshine

I have been experimenting with my new phone camera.

 Instead of auto I have used selective focus and even slow mo.

 The garden was lovely today in the warm midsummer sunshine.

So here are rather a large selection of my photos.

 

In the polytunnel.

Our first dahlia. 

First sweetpeas.

Lamb`s ears in flower.

A strange stripy beetle on the lavender.

 Scabious and clary

The sunflowers are beginning to form.

 So glad the alstromeria has begun to flower again after its move two years ago.

The fruit is forming. 

Perhaps by next time I will have mastered slow mo.

 

Story-telling Part 3 The Fairy Trail

After a good long lunchbreak, which I spent in the toasty polytunnel with some of my family members, we walked down to start the fairy trail.

We weren`t sure how many people would join us but in the end we were a good crowd, setting off along the bottom of

the buttercup field. 

The story began by the willow tree with the sawn branch, where everyone received their wands and made the fairy promise.

 Then we crept past the bridge, in case we woke the troll.

Some brave children did spot some clues as they peered over the sides. Others were a bit scared even though they had their wands to help protect them.

Next we came to the weeping willow where the fairies now live.  

We pushed our way through the curtain of leaves.

We spotted a washing line full of fairy clothes, tiny windows and doors, a tiny golden staircase leading down into the old gnarled tree and some treasure hidden inside a hollow. 

Certainly a magical space.

 

Several children did not want to go near the witch`s hovel in case she was there. Braver ones peered inside and to our relief found that she was not at home.

The door was locked! 

We could spy spell books, potions, an old rocking chair, a fabulous pair of boots, elaborate dresses and even a frog, from the doorway.

 Next we activated our wands over-looked by the green man.

After seeing the goblin`s lair we made our way past the deep lake, looking for frogs, toads and dragonflies.

Closer to the garden we came to the fairy village.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And petted the white horse, which actually might have been the unicorn that visits the farm sometimes.

In the garden, Paula and Anne were waiting with very welcome drinks and biscuits. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Everyone explored the garden .....

 the fairy yurt with its books and dressing up clothes

spending time watching the tortoises, feeding the rabbits  and guinea pigs

 spotting huge toads in the pond

making fairy gardens

decorating wands with glitter and shine

 

After a good wander round, everyone gathered in the fairy yurt with Mary, who had also come to tell stories.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mums and dads continued to relax in the sunshine.

Here is Mary after her story telling.

 

All in all a lovely day with lovely people.

I had a great time.