The vicar, the bride and groom, a boy scout and Elvis Presley were just a few of the attendees at the scarecrow parade. This was held in a neighbouring village at the weekend. And don't worry, Elvis was not in spirit form singing such hits as 'I'm all shook up' (that would have been scary) he was merely a well dressed, silent, scarecrow.
You may have noticed the odd scarecrow appearing on FPE recently, and they were all in preparation for yesterdays grand parade. Unfortunately I didn't stick around to see who the winner was, as my flip flops and flimsy summer dress proved to be inappropriate clothing for the wind and rain. The sky was clear and a delicate shade of blue when I left my house. Oh how changeable the good old British weather can be.
After viewing the straw-filled bodies, I admired the vintage cars, the live band, and the craft stalls. Then I stood in a tent with my friend, to protect ourselves from the wind and rain, and I allowed a woman to read my palm.
I've always fancied delving into palmistry, to see what someone would make of all the lines on my hands. I'm sure I have more lines than the average person, and their meanings have intrigued me. A friend once commented that my palms look like I've lived a hundred years! Nah, I just feel like I've lived a hundred years.
So apparently, according to the lines on my hand, yesterday I was told I'm a deep thinker and I'm level headed, therefore I do not let my heart rule my head and vice versa. I love many people in my life and I am a loyal and a faithful friend. According to the shape of my fingers and thumb, I am artistic and have a generous spirit. I was also informed my life will become more interesting as I grow older (bring on the interesting life!) and I should think about myself more and what I want out of life.
Well, I know what I want out of life, it's getting it that's the tricky part. I'm working on it. Although yesterday I would have been satisfied with warm clothing and an umbrella. (I've busted another umbrella and need to make another purchase). A brolly and a coat - that's all I wanted out of life at that particular moment in time.
How was your weekend, dear readers? I hope you had better luck with the weather? But I bet you didn't see a scarecrow dressed as Elvis Presley. Or did you?
Pictures of the day:
The band. No chance of them getting wet.
He should of used anti-wrinkle cream. And seen a dentist.
No wonder he's smiling, he remembered his umbrella.