A Fete worse than death: Saturday at some ungodly hour of the morning

The good Captain has organised about six of these, and we always have fun

Ah, the St Pete’s Box Hill Church Fete, for the fourth year running (or in the Captain’s case, the fifth). It wasn’t bucketing down when we got there, it was bucketing horizontally. It was cold, it was wet, we was miserable. A surprisingly large crowd turned up anyway.

Discretion being the better part of valour, we ditched the outside venue, and set up along side the book fair in the Church. Great acoustics, and a great singer (Joys) aided our cause – certainly seemed to go down well, and the old boys taking the money for the book fair said they did heaps better than last year.