I love the way all our local villages round us have started doing a village fest rather than fetes. There’s been BloxFest for a few years which is massive in terms of attendance and the bands playing, while the others are just getting started and on a smaller scale (plus in generally smaller villages).
Today’s was BodFest, in Bodicote. A friend lives there, so thought we’d pop down to see them and check the event out. Compared with the other events earlier in the summer, this was very lucky with the heatwave weather.
There were the usual local stalls, selling cupcakes, local honey, foods, arts and crafts, plus some charity stalls and of course the WI with their cakes. I was loving this stall selling beautiful seaside and beachy feel coasters and canvases.
There was a central display area for various shows – N loved the primary school choir, and the girls cheer-leading display.
He wasn’t sure about the clown on stilts, wanted to talk to the pupppy in training for Dogs for the Disabled, and made a right mess eating a Calippo ice lolly. As I’m trying to see whether keeping him off dairy for a couple of weeks will help his nappies, I thought it would have to be a lolly rather than ice cream. And my theory was, a lolly in a carton would avoid the drips…I can tell you now, it doesn’t. His t-shirt was covered as he’d tipped the carton up several times. Never again (until he’s a lot older).
There wasn’t much in the way of food…not that was suitable and of a size appropriate for a toddler (even a hungry one like mine), so we shared a pulled pork roll with coleslaw. Wow, it was delicious (I’m very happy I didn’t have the BBQ sauce on it as I’m sure it would have overpowered the rest), although even the radishes and red cabbage in the coleslaw didn’t make N want to try that part. Meat only for him!
We mooched around for a bit, saw the fire engine turn up for its obligatory stint letting children run wild on it, then decided we’d had enough of the heat.
Just wandering round in the warmth for an hour or so with spot of lunch in the shade, was enough to send N to sleep in the car on the 10 minute journey home.
Does your area do village ‘fests’? Or is it just an Oxfordshire thing?