Kestrel’s Hollow spills into view in a rush of colour and sound. The air is rich with fresh bread and crushed petals, but the festival appears awash with disorder: vendors are hurrying after runaway baskets of apples, a flock of geese weaves between laughing children, and a toppled flower cart is in the process being righted by three gnomes in bright sashes. The crowd flows easily around each small mishap, smiles and greetings never faltering. See more