Our very own party in the park

MR sits in pole position to enjoy the March Summer Festival. We started off the day attending to, yet more, 'stuff' at the Post Office but were then thwarted by Lloyds  Bank which doesn't open here on a Saturday morning. We then went to the enterprising Ship Inn for an excellent breakfast - full English for himself and poached eggs for me together with large coffees and a peruse through the provided papers. Perfik.

That done there was time to buy fish and veg at the local market before the carnival procession started although we missed the colourful Caledonian Pipe Band (photographically speaking)

 These drummers were great but I didn't envy the 'conductor' who walked backwards the whole way - but he missed all the banana skins and 'keep left' bollards

 The stars of the show though were the Bernese Mountain dogs, some pulling carts, and the puppy was just gorgeous. I, as usual, was on the wrong side of the road and these are the best I could do although, in my photographic defense, it's not easy taking pics whilst trying to hide a giant puppy up your jumper!

 An excellent restoration, plus there were several more in the procession that were definitely in a state of 'before' rather than 'after' (some of which didn't appear to be taxed!!?) - no tears please Angela and John

The music went on throughout the afternoon and didn't disturb us as it was at the other end of the Park

 But the guys with the scooters seem to be having the most fun and were truly skilled as the testosterone flowed whilst they tried to outdo each other in front of their female teenage audience

 A tribute Pink Floyd band rounded off the evening but, despite the decent weather (well, it wasn't raining) was very poorly attended, especially considering it's free!

Meanwhile, MR nestles peacefully at her mooring as the sun sets. All over before 10.00pm and the park empty as the police re-impose the, "alcohol  ban and young peoples curfew". Simples.

Tomorrow we have brass and military bands and a 'last night of the proms' - our flags and song sheets are at the ready and Yarwood should have rejoined us by then