This blog covers a multitude of recent popular subjects. Baking being one of them. The drawing (it’s not a sketch for crying out loud ) is a first idea put down on paper very quickly and I just hope that I can get the same feeling onto the final as happened in this. It’s part of a series on the British which was somewhat interrupted by the Brexit shenanigans, and has caused me to think a little more about the project. We are not quite what I thought we were before the vote. Anyhow, politics aside, and that’s where they are best left for the time being, this is a drawing of a typical Summer fete day somewhere in the British Isles.
The word fete is almost guaranteed a day of dark clouds and some teeming rain.Ladies of a certain age will have spent some time baking the obligatory Victoria Sponges for the teas which of course is the highlight of a local fete. The sweet peas will have been through the judging at the plant and produce table, and at least one of the gardeners entering the competition will grumble about the size of someone else’s onions.
Some of the ladies there will be wearing what we used to call pacamacs, which were basically plastic bags pretending to be coats, and will also have smaller plastic bags on their heads to prevent dampness getting to the ‘blue rinse’.
Dogs will be in evidence as will be the odd harrumphing retired colonel who, no doubt will be chewing on a pipe.Inevitably fetes happen only in villages, it’s rare to find them in towns ( they are then referred to as “street parties” and only happen when HRH reaches a significant milestone ). These days villages are mainly populated by incomers and people who can afford the massive prices for peasant cottages that are the norm these days.
So there you have it, Summer’s gone now and the village will be gathering large amounts of wood to burn an effigy on November the 5th to celebrate someone who tried to burn down the Houses of Parliament. Oh crikey! Back to politics.
10 thoughts on “The view from the Victoria sponge”
The English do enjoy their politics, I’d say. Much more knowledgeable than us Americans.
I’m not so sure about that given recent events here, but we have nothing on the scale of scary as Trump
yes, be thankful for that!
Just love reading your blogs Paul.you have such a great wit that should be much more widely apreciated xx
How kind, at least with a blog I’m not talking to myself.
I haven’t been to a village fete in years! As for bonfire night, I tried to explain it to an American student when at uni ‘so you celebrate someone being burnt to death?’ He said to me incredulously ‘mmm yes, well when you put it like that… but he was a terrorist…” I’d never really thought about it before!
It’s only when you find yourself explaining it that it seems idiotic, try explaining the rules of cricket.
Well, when you are in you’re out, and when you’re out you’re in…….
Why don’t you Bake Off!