The weekend was lovely.
The small town nearby (my home town) was having its annual (Town)Days fair this weekend. There’s fireworks, a parade, and an amusement park. On Saturday morning, we went to watch the parade. On the way there I was asking Mary if their village back in England has parades. “No”, she said. “We’ve never really been to parades because to get into London and fight the crowds was near impossible.” “Ohhh, that’s too bad”, I said. Then she added, “Well, there WAS VE Day in London.” “Umm. THE VE Day??” I asked. “Oh, yes.”, she replied.Â “At the end of the war it was just crazy in London. Everyone took to the streets.”
Well. That certainly puts our little town parade to shame! I looked it up on the internet and here’s a photo of what the crowd was like at Trafalgar Square (around where Mary would’ve been):
She would have been thirteen years old.
There is pleasure, though, in a quaint parade like this one.
Then Saturday night we had our annual lobster/steak feast with the neighbours. This year everyone brought their own lobsters and one or two dishes to share.
On the right, is Dawn’s Sun dried Tomato Brie (in the back) and Greek dip (in front). It was DELICIOUS.
We pulled our dining room table out on the deck. I hummed and hawed over doing so because the weather was iffy, but I’m so glad we did. It was lovely out and there’s more room for everyone. There were about twenty people.
Our neighbour, Bob, bringing in the cooked lobsters.
Adrian doing his part by sitting, drinking, and watching.
Mary enjoying a claw. 🙂
Sunday was relaxing. We watched a movie and then when the sun came out we puttered around outside doing yard work.
The coming week, I think, is meant to be nice. I’m looking forward to it.