Village Fetes & Christmas

There is something quite similar about a Village Fete and Christmas…that involves people.

In 13 years here, we have hosted the Village Fete in our garden about 9 times. One year the weather was appalling and it got cancelled, one year I had a Major family crisis and said NO to them. The past two years are obvious.

We were in a strange but revealing position because our fete is planned in turns, between the Village Council and the Parochial Council and never the twain shall meet.

It still stuns me how the best stall position, the winner of the Tombola, the best jam/cake competition etc can bring out the very Worst in normally placid and nice people!

This book above is the reason that I got into the Agatha Raisin series by M.C. Beaton. It rang LOL bells in my head. So true. Every incomer joins either party – parochial (church) or village – and sets out to stamp their mark on us :o)


Putting all her eggs in one basket, Agatha Raisin gives up her successful PR firm, sells her London flat, and samples a taste of early retirement in the quiet village of Carsely. Bored, lonely and used to getting her way, she enters a local baking contest: Surely a blue ribbon for the best quiche will make her the toast of the town. But her recipe for social advancement sours when Judge Cummings-Browne not only snubs her entry–but falls over dead! After her quiche’s secret ingredient turns out to be poison, she must reveal the unsavoury truth…

Agatha has never baked a thing in her life! In fact, she bought her entry ready-made from an upper crust London quicherie. Grating on the nerves of several Carsely residents, she is soon receiving sinister notes. Has her cheating and meddling landed her in hot water, or are the threats related to the suspicious death? It may mean the difference between egg on her face and a coroner’s tag on her toe…


Always a huge kerfuffle of ego and hidden spite…like many a family Christmas (?)

Mr Maguire’s Christmas short story is great. It’s lovely to remember a warm summer’s day on our lawn in this deep, midwinter time.

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