Last year, on the Saturday of this weekend, we found ourselves at ‘Pride’ in Central London. You could be forgiven from looking at this pic that we’ve made our way back to the smoke to attend the same festival there this year. Not so! This is, in fact, our local carnival procession, through the lanes and villages of Cornwall.

We have discovered a strong heritage in cross-dressing – women dressed as men, men dressed as women and children dressed as er flies, belly dancers, medieval wenches, cowboys, saloon girls, pixies, elves, chickens, dragons, majorettes and all sorts of other creatures. In fact, it seems like an important part of carnival to be dressed as something other than yourself!

Despite the extremely camp attire of Martin in this shot, he is, in fact, quite straight, though when we spoke to his other half, Liz earlier today, she seemed somewhat concerned that he was lapping up the attention and camping it all up a bit too much really!!!

The carnival starts from our village, winds its way through the lanes, where it meanders into another local village and then makes for the pub, where food and drink are served all afternoon, today with the added impetus of an England match being screened for the revellers delectation!

More from the carnival here

Last year? Stormclouds and royalty!