Spot The Ball


At the stroke of Noon the Mayor and her flunkies re-emerge from the Guildhall to (hopefully) greet the return of the Silver Ball.

At the Guildhall on the Feast of St. Eia Day in St. Ives, Cornwall 1 It's all right for you lot to laugh ... 
At the Guildhall on the Feast of St. Eia Day in St. Ives, Cornwall 2 ... you haven't been standing in the pouring rain freezing your bum off!

There are a tense few moments when everyone anxiously scans the area for any sign of sprogs returning in triumph with the Silver Ball.....

..... er, there doesn't seem to be any sign of movement. Are you sure you've got the right time? I haven't heard the church clock strike. Bells must be waterlogged. Anybody know any good jokes? .....

..... Then, there is a shift in the crowd and a figure emerges. What a fiendishly cunning plan. In order to escape detection the gang of lads who ran off with the ball have disguised themselves as a small girl. No wonder the Hunt never caught them!

Hang on just a minute. That IS a small girl.

At the Guildhall on the Feast of St. Eia Day in St. Ives, Cornwall 3 Ten year old Sara Moran returns the Silver Ball to the Mayor.
At the Guildhall on the Feast of St. Eia Day in St. Ives, Cornwall 4 Then, in the best British tabloid tradition, immediately sells her exclusive story to the Daily Drivel! 
At the Guildhall on the Feast of St. Eia Day in St. Ives, Cornwall 5 The reward for an hour and a half of blood, sweat, toil and tears. (This year with the bonus features of running the risk of pneumonia and hypothermia!).

So, all's well that ends wet ..... or is it?

Realising that the day had not gone too well, it seemed that the Mayor had fallen into a deep despair. She had opened an upstairs office window and was trying to get out on the ledge!

At the Guildhall on the Feast of St. Eia Day in St. Ives, Cornwall 6 A Samaritan was sent up to try and talk her down ...  
At the Guildhall on the Feast of St. Eia Day in St. Ives, Cornwall 7 ... while the kids pressed forward to get a better view!

What was going to happen next?

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