…and it’s a Bank Holiday and we all know it usually buckets down on one of those. So the blue skies and sunshine this Bank Holiday weekend have been a welcome surprise to all the sun-starved people of this little British isle.
William has been busy all weekend tidying up the garden, creosoting the fence, power washing the flags and painting all the woodwork in the house. All this while suffering with a bad back that rarely eases up on giving him pain. I don’t know how he does it all but he’ll be like a man possessed until it’s finished. So yesterday morning while he was doing all that (my offer of help was turned down) I drove over the tops to Hebden Bridge where I met Victoria, Gary and the boys for an al fresco breakfast in The Square. A little bit of excitement awaited me there.
One of my favourite TV programmes is Great British Railway Journeys presented by the colourful Michael Portillo - a British journalist, broadcaster, and former Conservative Party politician and Cabinet Minister. I have the shows on series link so I can watch them minus adverts and as and when I want to. Imagine my surprise and delight when I spotted Mr Portillo walking toward me over the old pack horse bridge in the centre of Hebden Bridge. He was obviously filming for the programme. I couldn’t believe it when I thought about it afterwards but, I stopped him to say hello and tell him I loved his railway programmes. I had my camera round my neck so without further ado I asked him if I could please take his picture. I only took the one shot and I was so glad when I put my glasses on and checked to make sure it was a good one and not blurred. He certainly stands out in a crowd with his flamboyant style of dress don’t you think?
After the excitement it was onto the park where the boys spent an energetic hour or so. Nicholas above mimicking his dad in the basket swing. George was doing the pushing.
This morning more stream jumping was on the agenda. George even asked me to bring my camera and catch him in mid-air over a different part of the stream. I was more than happy to oblige.
Nicholas waiting for me to get sorted before he sprang into action.
And over he goes. Needless to say before it was all over this little fella was wet through!
With all the sunshine this weekend a Margarita didn’t feel out of place and courtesy of my thoughtful older daughter, Victoria, that is exactly what I had last night. Very nice it was too!