The Shooting Festival

Saturday was the annual shooting festival in Nico's home village of Zahrensen. As his uncle was crowned shooting king last year, he held a lunch before the festival and we were invited.

Luckily the weather played along and we ate a lovely lunch with family and friends. Some were other shooting club members who helped to host the lunch.

All of the club members, including Nico's parents, brother and grandparents, wore a uniform - black trousers, white shirt and green ties and blazers with badges to mark various past competitions or achievements.

After lunch, a marching band with other club members arrived. They stayed for a few drinks before marching back to the club for coffee and cake. There was also a bouncy castle for kids.

I was quite surprised at the range of ages of members. Sometimes there were three generations of a family present. I find that really reassuring in this day and age where many traditions seem to be disappearing.

Here, many towns and villages have shooting festivals. Leeste's is this weekend.

Once Isabella got used to her new surroundings, she was off entertaining and charming family and strangers alike. She loved the bouncy castle.