“Bye!” “ What a lovely day it’s been” “Good to see you!” “Catch up soon…”
We ambled our way through happy crowds of people, still enjoying the food, music, cider and late afternoon sunshine, towards the exit, only to be stopped by a cheerful lady holding a plate of scones: “25 pence each!” she said.
“Pick two” I said to the nipper, “but don’t touch them, your hands are too grubby.” He put down his stick with the balloon tied to the end and carefully considered them for a moment; picked one plain and one fruit and they were popped into a little blue and white stripey paper bag.
“Now we will need jam for these…” and the woman pointed me in the direction of the WI tent, about four yards from where we were standing, and gave me a leaflet in case I was interested in joining : “By the way, have you seen the bee man? I wonder if he’s still there. You must have a look- you can see the Queen bee!” She checked and he was indeed still round the corner from where we were standing. We promised to see the bee man after acquiring jam for our scones.
We walked into the shade of the tent and eyed up the goodies…rows of jams in an assortment of jars, all stickered with tempting labels including Toffee-apple , Caramelised Strawberry and… Plum and Vanilla, which the nipper chose to take home with us.
And then a trip around the corner, through the trees, to see the bee man with his glass frame of busy bees, where we tried and failed to spot the Queen, but we did have a drone pointed out to us.
“Hello! I thought you’d gone!” “Hello – yes so did we – but we’re still here!”
And so the day continued. We had once again been caught happily in the whirly web of Seething.