Around here, the end of summer means it's time for the village Carnival. What better way to mark the changing of the seasons than to dress up crazy and parade through the streets with all your friends and neighbors, dancing in the square and carousing at the pubs and making as much music and noise as humanly possible? Carnival has been a vibrant part of European folk culture for generation upon generation...and here on Dartmoor, we're doing our best to keep this old tradition alive.
In the picture above, my god-daughter Ely Todd-Jones becomes the latest member of her family to take up the stilt-walking trade. She's pictured here in a pretty pink dress, looking distinctly taller than usual. And that's her dad Todd, a master stilt-walker himself, in the rude blue dress on the right.
The photos below were taken on the village school grounds, where people gathered before the big procession through town. First we have a gathering of lovely faires from the Chagford Filmmaking Group, with Alex Lathem on stilts:
Artist Danielle Barlow and assorted kids explore the subject of pollination:
The pipers lead us through the school yard gates and onto the village streets. . .
Elizabeth-Jane Baldry with her bevy of fairies, below.
Pyramids and boats and bumblebees...
And a couple of tiny dancing fairies....
Happy End-of-Summer everyone!