<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Fete on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fete/</link><description>Recent content in Fete on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fete/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Village Fete</title><link>/stories/2015/06/25/the-village-fete/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/25/the-village-fete/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;There had already been weeks of planning gone into the village fete, with two weeks left to go, Vicki returned home from the planning meeting. Always looking for a way to play in public, which is one of her biggest turn-ons. The fete was to be held on the village green. As with some small villages in the UK the old village stocks and whipping post was still there. Vicki was involved in the restoration project of them a few years ago, a sort of focal point for the village, a glimpse of how things use to be. They were perfectly functional, in fact although they looked like they had been there over two hundred years, they were re-built using modern materials and the latest technology which meant they were totally secure and much stronger than they were before the restoration.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>