Duelling Banjos

The weekend started out quintessentially English at my favourite sweet shoppe.

The entire bank holiday was all sunshine and no showers, but the umbrolly was up for sunshade at a neighbouring village's fete.

The neighbouring village is significantly more up market than the one I live in.

 

As we walked past this on the way home I could hear the duelling banjos in my head.

I've told you before my village is known as the home of the curly toed people, Deliverance is us.

I relate, that's all I'm saying.  Tractor racing starts here soon.