MartnA on a cake

I had always had a strong memory of this, being plonked on top of a plywood birthday cake on a float on the canal for the Hythe Venetian Fete, and here it is!
It was August 1964, the Golden Jubilee of the Wolf Cub movement.
I was only six and two years too young to join, but...
(a) My mum (in the thumbnail) was the troop leader
(b) I was small enough not to fall through the top

And, we won first prize!

Wierdness abounds!