It's been the typical damp British summer weather for The Lichfield Festival's Georgian Market today, though it was still a very good turnout. There have been more Morris men than you could shake a bladder on a stick at, and there was even a temporary gibbet constructed outside the Cathedral, with an invitation to 'meet the executioner'.
Check out my pictures below; I'm not sure who the handsomely dressed soldiers were (above), waiting in line for a venison burger, or the lady in the pink gown by the ice cream van, but the chap speaking into a microphone was the ominous Night Soil Man. The last picture is of a lady I spotted outside the Johnson Birthplace Museum this morning playing Handel on a recorder.
Some more pix to follow in a separate post about the Society of King George the Third who provided men from The Queen's Rangers and a fantastic display on the lawn outside the Cathedral.