Sunday, 22 September 2013

Grassington 40's Weekend

I won't lie, I'm a little peeved. Today the sun shines gloriously. We went yesterday in the low mist and drizzle. I went with locks straightened to within an inch of their life, came back with a hair span of almost three feet. That's the way life rolls.  But frizz aside, we had a great day out up in the Dales with Grace, riding on a vintage bus being her first of many highlights!

Typically there was a strong dose of Mum-support as we ventured out in a new environment. Spitfires parked up in the village square just aren't events you encounter everyday. Neither are ladies in green singing to a crowd in the rain. 

We got over our nerves and had a little dance on the cobbles, bumped into someone we knew (how random) and headed back down the hill to look round the reenactment area. 

It felt strangely nostalgic. I know I'm stating the obvious. But a feeling of pride and relief that we aren't in wartime Britain. And a sense of community: wonderful seeing the women in the square belting out songs from the days at the top of their voices. Mum would have loved it.

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