On Friday evening Wells will be transformed from a sedate, sleepy, tiny City to a loud, bright, strange place filled with folk from far and wide.

It’s our annual Carnival.

We first experienced the carnival two years ago, our first November in Dulcote.  Trudging across the Bishops fields in the pouring rain with our torches, welly
boots and raincoats, we left the darkness of Dulcote to a City awash with colour and sound.

I felt a strange atmosphere, despite the technology used in many of the floats and the sight of huge articulated lorries slowly meandering through the tiny cobbled streets.

It’s the thought that this carnival has been going on for so many years, to me, it had ever such a slight ‘wicker’ feel to it.

All for charity, it’s an experienced not to be missed, and if you are planning to be there, don’t forget your pennies to throw into the collection carts.

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