A weekend at Wee One's.

Hurrah, there was a good weather forecast for the weekend. We flung a few things in a bag and went to stay with our younger daughter who lives by the coast.

Every Friday night there is a firework display at the end of the pier. 

In the morning

we sat around and had a good catch-up.

I had a poke about the flat to see what was new.

Roman has green fingers and their houseplants always look enviably healthy.

There were a few more musical instruments than on my last visit.

and a blue bird on a blue glass table.

Maisie was fed up, she wanted to be down on the beach,

so we took her for a walk

and said, as we always do, how lovely it would be to own a beach hut.

Then you would find me lolling about, just like this!

We stayed on the beach for lunch

and sat on the upper terrace at The Overstrand, 

half in the sun, half in the shade, everyone happy.

Then we walked along the front and had a bit more beach hut envy

under a clear blue sky.

Aah! We all had a lovely time.

Back to the forties.

We went to Yorkshire for a week, leaving behind the short spell of hot 'summer' weather in the West Country and disappearing into northern hill mist and drizzle. What a headache this year is for the farmers. We drove to the nearby market town of Leyburn, passing herded sheep, a common sight on the local roads.

In town we found the shops decorated with 1940's memorabilia in preparation for a forties weekend. The pet shop had printed sheets displayed in their window.
There are no plans to knit with dog hair, although Maisie certainly sheds enough!

What to wear?
I did the best I could to become a land girl with the aid of a tea towel and my gardening clothes.
And guess what? I met Churchill! (He was somewhat shorter than I had imagined.)

Other women were far more elegantly dressed.

The men were also putting on an excellent show. The 'spiv' (black marketeer) had the insides of his jacket lined with watches and I saw him about town 'in character' all afternoon.

There was a lot of interest in the period vehicles, lovingly restored.

Himself had a long conversation with the owner of this beauty until I eventually dragged him away.

There was great attention to detail - serious stuff!

There was singing

am dram

with an emphasis on the 'am'!

Sideshows

and excellent music and dancing.

(Himself wants to join the cavalry.)

The highlight of the afternoon for me were these two singers, who perfectly captured the sounds of the era.

"And now, from the Savoy......"

More photos of forties fashion to come!