Back home in The Enchanted Village

Back in the Shire, the verdant green foliage and hedgerows waved hello as we drew into Dorset.

We arrived in Lush Places to find for sale and to let signs plastered all across the front of our house.

I think our friends and neighbours were trying to tell us something.

A week and two days on and it's like we've never been away.

There was Mr Grigg barking orders in the village hall kitchen as a team beavered away to serve up one hundred and twenty breakfasts at the start of the Lush Places fun weekend.

There were scarecrows on show all around the village (naturally, we chose Odysseus tied to the mast), cream teas in the old people's home, a barn dance that took me back to the days of learning country dancing at primary school, a church service for Pentecost in which the vicar used a bottle of bubble mixture as a prop (I can't imagine our priest in Agios Magikades doing that) and then the annual parade of shields bearing the names of village organisations, led by a bagpiper and the fire brigade's Land Rover around the one-way system.

 

It's as eccentric as our Greek village.  But, as the wandering Odysseus might say, it's good to be back.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x