A FETE WORSE THAN DEATH
Your comments regarding the village fete (Cotswold Life, October) certainly strike a chord amongst my neighbours and myself. Your suggested modernisations might have been tongue-in-cheek, but a serious problem lies beneath.
I am fortunate to be living in a pretty Cotswolds village in the east of the region. Unfortunately this location brings us within relatively easy reach of London and means that many of our cottages and bigger houses are now owned by people who only inhabit them at the weekend. I do not begrudge these “incomers” their good fortune. Who wouldn’t want to have a weekend escape if finances allowed, particularly to this part of the country? But they cannot then expect to impose their views on the permanent population.
A couple of years ago a number of weekenders joined various village committees and, through no great fault of their own, managed to upset the resident organisers so that most eventually resigned after years of service. Traditions were dispensed with and, it must be admitted, new blood took over many of our village events.
The problem is that these folk have now sold up and disappeared – onwards and upwards to another innocent village I suspect. Our volunteer stock is now depleted and the old-timers have no interest in returning to the fray. There is much self-satisfied “I told you so” smirking.
Yes, villages need new blood to keep them healthy, but sometimes you should beware of what you wish for.
ABOVE: The new blood on the village committee had no truck with the likes of the coconut shy