We likes to alliterate our Fall Fetes here on the Hill, and we likes reasons to throw them. The official unveiling of artist Mediah’s painting on the local rail under pass provided a good one. That’s Mediah leading the crowd in the photo.
A fete without food is hardly a fete. Nothing like a Potluck Feast provided by neighbours. Competitive cooks (there’s that alliteration again) entered a contest while others contributed anonymously. I had to leave before the judging, but I can get the results here.