A while ago I went to Trhiplow Daffodil festival.
It has the feeling of a traditional English village fate, with stalls to buy food, flowers and nick-nacks. They opened up the forge and demonstrated how horseshoes were made, and there was a group of historical re-enactment people doing their thing. I think they were showing us how they would execute a prisoner. There was a good cart-horse taking people on rides up and down the main road as well.
Then of course there was the silly side of things. Some Morris dancers, and, for some reason, someone dressed up as a daffodil.
And there was certainly no shortage of daffodils!
The star of the show though, in my opinion, was the church. So much effort and planning had been put into the flowers and decorations, it was amazing!