A brilliant sunny day, an excellent beer tent and a traditional village church fete; what better way to start off our summer season?  The Bag had issued a three line whip to ensure that everyone was present and ready to dance by mid-day and all looked to be going well until... 

...Our dance spot was only a little delayed whilst the Foreman went off in search of the sticks that had been left in his charge (and subsequently left in his house).  Still, nobody seemed to mind too much and we visited the beer tent again.

Billed as a "St George's Day Extravaganza", George was there in all his finery and looking a little warm.  Likewise the particularly un-fierce dragon; he must have been roasting inside the fleecy suit. 

The fine weather had brought out many damsels, most of whom seemed to be accompanied by small children or tough looking blokes with tattoos thus leaving little opportunity for general up-chatting or acts of chivalry.  We kept a good look out for signs of distress but had to wait until the end of Bonny Green Garters before the lovely Sue managed to split the seat of her trousers, so energetically was she joining in the dance.  St George characteristically, and quite unfairly, beat Tony to the rear of the problem and offered to cover the embarrassment with his cloak.  Sue did look quite warm herself but this probably had little to do with the weather.

A dozen or so dances over two sets kept the fete-goers entertained and the side seriously in need of more refreshment.  The Squire gets the day's award for dogged determination as he very patiently waited in the queue for a burger.  Indigestion was the likely outcome as we started the second set as soon as the last mouthful was down.

John managed to leave his waistcoat unattended and there was some thought about removing all references to Woodside.

This was the first event following the introduction of the new web site and Will button-holed anyone with a camera and gave them a card encouraging them to contribute their photographs to the site (it's not difficult so how about sharing some of yours - see below). If this is successful, Will has got the job for future events; if not, we may have to employ persuasion with menaces - Bert perhaps.

Anyhoo... not sure what was in the beer but, most unusually for me, I have to go for a little lie down! - Paul