Blimey, here's a blast from the past! Well: if memory serves, it went very well. I walked up & down playing no. 3 mandolin (the expendable one) and pretending to be a wandering musician, we got the road officially "closed" (i.e. we set up stalls in it, but some idiots still insisted in driving through); we had a little mumming play in the scout hut; and local artist Peter Pritchard sold signed copies of his illustrated map of the village. We may even have raised some money for charity.

I don't think it's been done again, but the Players are still going strong after 34 years (mainly indoors!)