The weekend found the HenHouse posse in Bridport once more, not that we need an excuse, but we wanted to be a part of the hat festival taking place. This was a new festival last year, which we missed, but not so this year. There was hatty stuff going on everywhere. The Art Centre had a bustling hat market...
Sellers had come from near and far.
The talented young lady selling these fascinators had travelled fourteen hours by coach from Fife.
As well as hats for sale, there were folks sporting headwear all over the place. These ladies looked fine in their red and purple ensembles.
This poodle got into the spirit.
These two don't scrub up too badly (even if the lady does look like she's about to take off thanks to the seasonal gusts!)
And the Munchkin, where is he, you may be wondering?
He was off in the social club, taking part in a hat making workshop. Lots of fun he had, too (despite this unusually sombre expression!)
In the museum, there was a display of 1940's hats. Sadly, the photo is not great, taken through the glass.
Hmm, there were definitely a few hats I would not have minded adding to my collection.
Along the street, things were getting jolly and crowds gathered outside the fabulous old cinema to hear the ukeleles.
In the church hall, there were more stunning hats for sale. Both new and vintage (these belonging to EleganceMaison)...
And most importantly, my lovely bloggy friend, Kate, whom I managed to meet for the first time. Kate was selling her beautiful hat pins and accessories, some of which I'm now lucky enough to own.
Mr HenHouse was to be found perusing the wonderful treasures in Bridport's antiquarian book shop. Golly, I love this place, it's beautiful and tranquil and we never come away empty handed.
I, meanwhile, (in a strange "upwards" photo taken by the Munchkin), seemed to be mooning over yet more hats and handbags of the decidedly vintage variety in the brilliant "Vintage at Cornucopia" shop.
I am now feeling slightly miffed that I did not buy this gorgeous vintage hexagon throw. Maybe next time?
After all that culture and retail therapy, it was time to escape to the countryside and breathe in that fresh Somerset air. Ahhhhhh.
The Munchkin spotted this porky friend in the orchards at the cider farm.
This is a really beautiful spot and comes into its own at this time of year when it's nearly time to harvest the apples to make that delicious cider. Yes, we shall return then to see it in all its glory.