Village Fayre

Being a foreigner here in the UK, my only experience of village fairs is what little information I gleaned from Enid Blyton's books. So when my friend Sara urged me to check it out, I thought why not? I figured it's all part of the UK experience. Speaking of being a foreigner, I've been told off by Lil L and her friends for saying to-may-toes and ba-neh-nas. Every time I ask them if they wanted a glass of waa-terrrr, it sent them into peals of laughter. I've got myself a bunch of smarta$$ 5 year olds trying to give me elocution lessons. Geez.

So here we have two foreigners, an American and a Malaysian-Kiwi entering into a village fayre (note the pseudoarchaic spelling) and the first thing we saw was ferret racing. Yup, you didn't misread the fine print. It's actually a charity group that is similar to RSPCA but looks after ferrets. Unfortunately, I didn't think of bringing my DSLR and had to resort to my ancient iPhone camera.

To raise funds for the charity organization, you're allowed to bet on one of these ferrets. It was pretty hilarious race because it took them an awfully long time to figure out that they were supposed to run through the tunnel right to the very end and back again.

This is an AWESOME stall. Your boss pissed you off and you need to blow off some steam? Go smash some plates!

This is rather tame after smashing a few plates.




This spinning wheel reminds me of Sleeping Beauty. I later found out that the spinning wheel was custom made in New Zealand. Go Kiwis! Sorry, couldn't resist.





Doesn't this owl remind you of Harry Potter's pet?




There's also cake, pumpkin, organic vegetable, cookie etc etc competition on a rather small scale compared to the ones held in the US.



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