The Trelystan Fete is one of the big events of the year on the Long Mountain (the other, the Vron Gate Show, takes place next weekend). This year's was particularly well attended. It's a fete like fetes used to be, with teas in the church hall, a barbecue under the churchyard yews, and the usual run of stalls - cakes, books, tombola, bric-a-brac, plants, a couple of draws, skittles and the like - and races for the children, which always go down well. The sun smiled on us (as it's smiled on most people so far this summer!), and we'll have made around £3,300 I think.
I was on the bookstall with Keith, and we made double what we did last year. But of course I do also have to do the formal bits, making announcements and in particular topping and tailing with the opening welcome and the closing thank-yous. This year our wonderful church organist (for more than 72 years now) Mr Elvet Richards BEM was our official opener. Really, Elvet is Trelystan Church, and at the age of 90 is still an active PCC member, and of course our organist at every service, though these days he rarely plays for weddings. Here I am holding the microphone for Elvet's opening speech. He is of course wearing his medal, awarded in the New Year Honours this year.
I was very successful in the various draws and raffles, but even so I could have done with a quiet day today! Not to be, though - I had services at 9.30 (Marton), 11.00 (Leighton), 2.30 (an away match at Geuffordd Presbyterian Church - I do enjoy going there!), and 7.00 (Corndon Marsh) - after which Ann and I had a much needed refresher at the Miner's Arms at Priestweston (Wye Valley HPA, if anyone is interested).
Every service today was well attended, and my sermon was fairly well received. I may post it, but I spotted one or two bits I'm not happy with, so I'll need to do some editing first. The most direct route to Corndon Marsh, the lane from Chirbury to Priestweston, is currently closed. There is a huge and nasty pothole, and several people have claimed for damage, so the council have simply closed the road, meaning that anyone else who hits the hole and damages their car will have no claim because they shouldn't have been there anyway. It has to be said that no work seems to be taking place. So our journey back was a bit longer than it might have been, made longer by encountering a milk tanker. My reversing skills have much improved since I started driving these lanes! So begins another week.