Nothing is so beautiful as spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrushes eggs look little low heavens and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy pear tree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue. As to the Market they rush
With richness, the racing hordes too have fair their fling.
Sunday 17 March – 10am till midday
So rush to the early Spring Village Hall Sunday Market, and have a fling at our range of crafts, bric-a-brac, home-made bakery and affordable antique stalls.
Tea and coffee is available with biscuits or home made cakes.
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