forms into the organiser of the village produce show on Bank Holiday Monday. The idea came from the days when we lived in Devon forty-five years ago. Then the village show was fiercely contested and the entries were judged by the matriarchs of the WI (women’s institute). Our brown hens’ eggs won first prize and so did Jeremy’s marrows. Sadly my jam and lemon curd did not reach such dizzy heights. This will be the first produce show in our village and it may take a few years to get going. My jam might stand a better chance with less competition!

I came upon this resting dragonfly (below) on my way to the village