Hard work but it was well worth it.
Some of the motley crew taking a lunch break after putting up the marquee on Saturday
John, Tony, Mike, Bob, Rosemary, Bob and Ralph.
Not all of them by any means but Tony and Rosemary are the main organisers and have done sterling work to make the day a success once again.
A misty start to a long day and the WWI field kitchen is being lit in preparation to provide vegetable soup for the workers.
‘Ay up me duck’ (AKA Tony) ready to meet the public and promote the Dirty Duck race.
The mayor of Grantham enjoying the Lancashire clog dancing.
He and the mayoress really seemed to get involved in all the events and there were plenty of them. (No not mayors)
And they’re off!
The duck race started at 2.22 and of the 200 ducks taking part I had the dubious honour of winning the booby prize for the last duck over the line. A water pistol to shoot my duck.
Lots of entertainment, stalls and interesting displays I haven’t been able to mention but it certainly was a grand day out. I hear the boat trips were all sold out but didn’t have a chance to get up to lock 18.
Rain forecast for Monday so everything was cleared away and the depot was left as if nothing had happened. A pint of shandy in the Dirty Duck and home – totally Christmas crackered.