This is the front of the church.
And between the pews were display boards with paintings and photographs on them. They haven't had an Open Gardens this year, instead everyone took photo's of their garden to show here.
Outside was a marquee, they were serving cream teas, it looked lovely with people dressed in their Sunday best, sipping tea under the shade of the trees.
Down the hill at the bottom pub, next to the river, was very busy. I unfortunately was too late for the raft race. They had a barrel chucking contest,
and people were queuing up for a boat ride.
They had run out of bread for the barby, and the queues were about twenty minutes to get a drink. I didn't stop long as there was hardly anyone that I knew. I think most of them were from town because there were cars parked everywhere. It was a slow slog back up the hill in the heat. To be honest I would rather stay in my own garden at the weekends when it is hot. I hate crowds. Why anyone wants to go and sit on a beach with millions of others, is beyond me. Give me home comforts every time, the birds twittering, pop inside for a drink anytime I like, the cats lazing under the bushes, lovely.