One Giant Leap for Brandeston
Alan Randall
It is often said that women forget the pain of childbirth when they fall pregnant the second time. I can sympathise with those ladies. It is now Thursday morning and I am in recovery from the last two weeks of worry and preparation for what was the best weekend of my and the village of Brandeston’s life. All those hard days of work and hours of preparation and worry were worth it. The village came together in one huge group cemented by individuals who went one step further for their community and people outside the village willing to celebrate a good old English fete in the grounds of a pub.
The concept is so simple and one that seems to go like a hand in a glove: the garden adjacent to the pub is in full view of the road and no secret from the outside world; an array of stalls to attract people from everywhere to spend wisely and enjoy our village and wish they lived here for the day.
At the pub, the hours were spent behind the bar (well done to Jane and Jodie for smiling from Friday morning to Sunday night) or behind the stoves and a BBQ (well done to Dan, Maria and Adam for the hours of toil that went in over those three days).
Nobody will see the preparation that everyone did to ensure our village achieved the greatest fete of all time which made huge profits on the day.
Our beers went in on the Friday lunch time and we feel we made a very conservative choice that appealed to all tastes. As the weather changed as we awoke on Saturday, I started to worry as normal. Just keep sunny, please!!!! The clouds gave way to rain and the spirits could have been dampened but everyone showed true spirit and stayed with it. The people kept coming and buying. As a result, we managed to sell 100 burgers, 15lb of sausages and loads of chips. Healthy eating at its best!!
Once we had cleared up after the fete we needed to prepare for a packed evening and off we went into that at full speed. Clean up number two resulted in little sleep before the Sunday lunch began. Happy Father’s Day and Operation Tent-build leads into Arthur cooking the pig. For some reason I kept looking at the sky and asking for help. I did explain to the big man that after hosting the most successful fete ever at the pub, the least he could do would be to offer me some sunshine. He offered me some drizzle at 2:30 at which I could have cried. 150 people in the garden and a jazz band (the Kol Paterson trio featuring Cheryl Halliwell, left) to squeeze in somewhere. Thanks to all those people who very gratefully left their gazebos and trestle tables. I am also grateful to the chaps who brought the chairs to the pub from Rose Farm.
As the afternoon gathered pace, the sun poked itself from around the clouds and along came the best weather of the afternoon.
The clear up began in earnest and Arthur was packed off having done his bit for the weekend. The Sunday evening came with more customers and a big clear up, the last of the weekend. The final drops of beer were cleared up by thirsty chefs and the wine bottles drained by the extremely exhausted Jane and Jodie.
To make the weekend complete, we had the arrival of our three wooden friends back from their long trip away. The winner is to be announced soon and the money raised to be presented to the church fabric fund and village hall.
So, having had my second fete (child) would I do it again?? This question was asked last year and I think I said the same as I will this year. Ask me in the autumn when the pain has passed and the thought is a happy memory. Would I change anything?? No, not at all. The people were amazing, the stall holders were truly remarkable, the organisation team behind the fete spectacular, the staff at the pub the best anyone could wish to have alongside them in a time like this.
A huge thank you to everyone who came, who saw, who conquered? A big thank you also to my parents, who came for a relaxing weekend and ended up running after everyone.
Last but not least, there should be a word of thanks to the fete committee for putting faith in the pub and its surroundings for a second year. It goes to show that year one was not a fluke. Here’s to 2010. Get your thinking caps on and ideas to the table soon.
A report on the fete is available here.
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