Open gardens and scarecrows.

Well, the clue's in the title.  This one is about Open Gardens and scarecrows.  Last week was the NGS Open Gardens weekend in the village.  It's a great scheme, and provides the opportunity to potter (snoop?) around other people's gardens and chat with like-minded people.  (Well, like-minded if you're into gardening...)  There were some amazing gardens, the best being one on the High Street.  But what really got Joshua going was the scarecrow hunt: 

Our very own CB Fry.

 The vicar, hard at work.

A bellringer (look carefully, and you'll see a dangling figure holding onto a bell rope)

A lady from the WI.  Joshua was particularly keen on this one, as she had a basket with (pretend) cakes in.  We also stopped off for a drink and snack in the village hall at this point.  Sadly, shortly after our pit-stop, one of our party suffered a complete meltdown, which was only resolved when we came across Dougal.  (I think that's his name, anyway):

Feeding him some grass seemed to perk things up no end, though our garden visits were brief, and we only saw a couple of scarecrows after this:

Joshua's comment was, "look, he's playing cricket too".  Ah, the innocence of youth.
Anyway, a fun way to spend the afternoon (apart from the meltdown bit)