Lining the main path around the grounds on either side were a variety of stalls, all set up in little log-cabin style kiosks. There were fun novelties, beautiful, hand-crafted Christmas decorations, artisan cheeses and cured meats, ceramics, jewellery, knitted and felted hats, scarves and gloves, traditional wooden toys and a stall dedicated to rubber ducks in every conceivably outfit.

“We should find a Christmas present for Mummy here!” Samantha suggested as they passed another stall with very pretty, colourful felted scarves. “What about you?” she asked Amelia, “Have you done your Christmas shopping yet?”

“Actually no,” he friend admitted, “I’ve been kinda distracted with...other things! But yeah I bet I can find stuff here!” They reached the end of the long path of stalls but knew that there was another back up the other side. Where they found themselves at that moment, however, was in a sort of outdoor food court with various street-food vendors set up in their vans, selling everything from burgers to tacos to bowls of Korean noddles as well as crepe stands, churros, roast chestnuts, candyfloss and all sorts of other sweet treats. Everything looked and smelled delicious but it was a double marquee in the middle or, more specifically, what was under it that really caught the girls’ attention.

A long table across the front served as a counter where mostly older teenage staff in black uniforms but with holly or tinsel around their heads or worn as scarves were serving the hungry guests. On the counter was a large basket of bread rolls as well as big containers of warm stuffing and apple sauce along with various other condiments that the customers could help themselves to. At the back were two portable hog-roasts of the kind often seen at events like this, gleaming metal with their own built-in coal pits, but while one was roasting a large pig, the meat slowly turning in the other was unmistakably a teenage girl, her meaty rump and thick thighs already half stripped and one breast missing. From the way her crispy skin was cracked, white meat gleaming from beneath, it appeared that this spit did not use the same technology as Sidney’s and she had been slow-cooked the traditional way and was likely all the more delicious for it. Her hair, which looked as if it was blonde or very light brown but which was now caked in cooking grease, was tied up in a severe bun to keep it from burning.

“Oh cool!” Amelia exclaimed a little dreamily, no doubt imagining herself in the older girl’s position as she would be in a matter of months. “Can we come back and get some at lunch time, Mr Martin?” she turned to Josh, eyes wide and full of hope.

“Yeah, Daddy! Can we?” Samantha agreed. “She looks so yummy!”

“Of course!” Josh grinned.

“Is it okay if I take a photo of your piggy?” Amelia asked one of the girls behind the counter. “Your girl piggy, I mean.” she added a little sheepishly, cheeks cutely pink.

“Of course!” the teenage brunette smiled. “Come around the side so you can get a bit closer, just don’t get too close, okay?” Amelia nodded and, supervised by the young member of staff, slipped around the side of the counter and held up her phone to capture the roasting girl. “She’s been quite a hit so far!” She leaned a little closer to the younger girl and added in a conspiratorial tone, “I only hope I’m as popular later!”

“Ooh are you getting roasted too?” Amelia gasped in excitement and Samantha pricked up her ears to listen too.

“Yup! As soon as she’s all the way done!” the girl grinned. “Maybe when you come back to get your lunch you’ll see me on the spit! Georgie humped it for ages!” she giggled. “I’ll do my best to put on a good show too!”

“I bet you will!” Amelia beamed. “And I can’t wait to see you! I bet you’ll look so beautiful on the spit!”

“Thank you!” the teen grinned again before going to help some new customers. Amelia took a last couple of pictures of the roasted, partially-carved piggy and returned to the others.

“This place is even cooler than I thought!” she beamed. Happily, they all began to make their way up the path on the far side although this was not a straight road of stalls as the first had been. This one opened up about half way into another courtyard where a different group of carollers in similar outfits to those outside were performing on a small stage while what looked like a small, aging rock band seemed to be getting ready off to the side. There were other entertainers too such as jugglers and people on stilts or unicycles, all adding to the atmosphere of festive fun! Along one wall seemed to be an area for charities, most of whom had their own branded marquees and were either selling merchandise or running games to fundraise or encouraging people to sign up.

Represented there, Samantha recognised the National Trust, English Heritage, the RSPB, the Air Ambulance Service, the RSPCA and various others, many of whom seemed to be small, local charities or community groups, their stalls filled with knitted toys or donated goods either being sold or as prizes in a tombola but there was one stand all three of them noticed at the same time and knew they just had to go investigate!

While most of the local group stalls seemed to be staffed by retirees, the one that caught their eye, a plain green gazebo of the kind a family might put up in their back garden with a single table and a couple of chairs inside, was staffed by two girls around their own age and not only that but they were almost completely naked except for winter boots like the ones Samantha and Amelia themselves were wearing and cheap pink cowboy hats, the kind that party shops sell for hen nights, decorated with tinsel to make them more Christmassy! It was clear they were intending to evoke the Sidney look but on a tight budget!

“Looking good!” Samantha grinned as they approached the girls. “Love your outfits but aren’t you freezing?”

“We’ve got a little heater under the table,” the taller of the two who had very cute little titties just beginning to bud on her chest, long, straight, dirty-blonde hair in a ponytail and a lovely toned figure, meaty in all the right places much like Samantha’s own, smiled, “plus when it gets too cold we do some star-jumps. Nobody seems to have complained so far!” she giggled.

“I bet they haven’t!” Samantha agreed.

“So what’s going on here?” Amelia asked curiously while Josh stood back and let they girls talk. It was funny, up until a few weeks ago he had never considered himself especially interested in young girls but his recent experiences with his daughter, not to mention Amelia, seemed to have unlocked something in him and now he was definitely enjoying the opportunity to appreciate these lovely young, barely-adolescent bodies, although the parenting instinct to offer them a coat or at least go find them a blanket was fairly strong too. Still, it certainly did not seem as if they were being forced to do what they were doing and he was sure they had opportunities to go take little warm-up breaks every now and then!

To be continued...