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A Fair to Cuckoo About We moved to the countryside to enjoy life at a slower pace, but from the moment Susan took up pottery my quiet life seemed to drift out of control. Suddenly, the house was full of empty vases and unused dishes, each one requiring my seal of approval before being put on the newly-built shelves. Although I appreciated the fact that my wife had discovered a hidden talent, it was becoming increasingly obvious that we had to find some use for her creations before we ran out of space. To complicate matters, Sue's brightly coloured ceramic plates and dishes made ideal gifts, but birthdays and special occasions didn't come around often enough to save us, so I was delighted when she suggested renting a stall at a local craft fair. We live in a lively village of Downton, near Salisbury, in Wiltshire. It's a lovely, quiet village on the River Avon that's full of strange customs and old traditions. Since the 16th century, the people of Downton have been celebrating the beginning of spring. Around 2,000 people live in the village. These days, around 20,000 people arrive in the village in search of a good day out. There are brass bands, street performers and Morris dancers. For those of us who were brought up in the city it seems like a lot of quaint country traditions. The fair also has about 250 stalls selling everything from local produce to handmade crafts. At 6 am, the main street of the village of Downton was already lined with stallholders who were taking their places. We had a prime spot, on a corner, and were all ready to sell. The plates were laid out on the table and I was proud of the display. There was a steady flow of people and I was relieved to see that our stall was doing a roaring trade. Susan was in her element, chatting to customers and explaining the techniques she used to make the pots. By midday we had sold nearly everything. I was delighted, but Susan seemed a bit disappointed. She had enjoyed the morning and was eager to repeat the experience. By early afternoon, we had almost sold out and we were free to explore the rest of the fair. The children were having a wonderful time on the fairground rides. We watched a display of Morris dancing and tasted some local cider. Then we wandered around the stalls. I bought a wooden bowl and Susan bought a necklace. As the sun began to set, we made our way home, tired but happy. I was already looking forward to next year's fair.