Once again, Green Man, armed with nothing but his stout staff, must battle the fearsome, sword-wielding Frost Queen for supremacy on the bridge at Valley's End.
Inevitably, he wins; there would be no Spring and no May Festival otherwise, which would be very sad. So all the shouting and clashing of wills on the bridge is worth it, although it does seem rather silly at times; but then, that is tradition, they say, like the Morris Dancers, the Mummers' Play, the Maypole Dancing, the Marching Bands and Drummers, the duck races on the river, and the folk music groups. It brings the tourists and there is the fine sound of jingling tills to accompany the festivities.
Just for the weekend, sleepy Valley's End is transformed into a lively centre for music, street theatre, tradition, colour and fun. Children love it. The meadow below the Castle becomes a huge playground, with stalls selling everything from food to folk art.
Boys having fun tumbling in a small pool in four huge balloons called Ecoplay Waterwalkers,
whereas these medieval sword fighters and jousters don't appear to enjoy themselves very much. That Knight seems to resent me pointing the camera at him.
The Castle ruins remain unperturbed, they've seen it all before; they've survived since the 12th century and will, no doubt, be standing here for a few years more.
Every village fair needs its beer tent, tea shop and food stalls, here is the board of just one of them. Fine dining it isn't, but Benno will have a wonderful time tomorrow sniffing out whatever fell off paper plates or was dropped by excited children.
That's My World is the inspiration for this post.