Bunting

I think I've found the spiritual home of bunting.

Hubby's aunt & uncle live in a village called Stillington, about 10 miles outside of York. I drove my mother in law up to visit and was able to join in with the village's jubilee celebrations - they are truly and wonderfully mad!

Bunting everywhere, jubilee themed scarecrows (the queen, prince William, soldiers, queen Victoria, to name a few) then ... the parade of the queen (another scarecrow) on horseback (with corgis) pulled by vintage cars through the village then ... The grand unveiling (in front of suitably red, white and blue dressed villagers) of a replica of Treetops built by the duckpond (complete with wildlife painted by school kids, a waving queen and prince Philip and illuminated 60)

Oh! And I almost forgot we met the Queen! :-) or rather a chap from the village dressed as the queen - total, total, wonderful madness