Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir

Last time I wrote about Kirtlington Lamb Ale, mention was made of Christopher Lee in a dress.

I still didn't see him this year, but once again I did see the strange spectacle of little girls in white frocks and pink ribbons dancing round a lamb. This time I have photos (or will have, when the little plasticy film-things have the magic done to them). And however freaky little girls in white with pink ribbons are, the spooky pagan effects are spoiled when they're dancing in a school playground, in blazing sunshine, beamed on by a large crowd.

Last night, however, it was a ( different story. )