Held over the weekend of 1st and 2nd October, this event was another successful weekend, despite a very rainy Saturday which left a mountain of mud to negotiate on the Sunday.
Holme always supply disabled parking but I can't for the life of me work out why it's on the ground that is hard to negotiate for able-bodied people, let alone those with walking difficulties! We learnt on Sunday that the main public car park was provided with straw to cover the muddy areas but that was sadly lacking in the disabled car park! That aside, as well as the drivers of the golf buggies insisting on driving as though they were on a dual carriageway, the event was a joy to attend.
On the Saturday, the first person we bumped into was the lovely Jill who was bearing her amazing bread pudding and "sausage rolls with a twist" - the twist was sausagemeat and black pudding so, again, Bob, was in his element.
A few of the items purchased at various stalls at Holme - more brooches for my collection, a wool Jaegar scarf, which was a bargain at just £1, and the dainty little stocking mending kit that Bob found. Even ploughing and slipping through the mud, there were bargains to be found.
My lovely friend, Madeline, was singing in the Village Hall in the afternoon so we had a welcome break from browsing, waded through the puddles and climbed over the gravel to see her. Madeline's version of "At Last" brought tears to my eyes; it was absolutely beautiful.
Madeline Brown
Saturday's outfit: vintage coat purchased from my friend Dawn; skirt: M&S (hardly vintage but fits over my expanding girth quite well!); hat: Dainty Touches; shoes: Canama Dance Supplies; jumper: Hilda's House. The jumper received many compliments and a couple of orders too!
On Sunday, we arrived in time for the Parade, and it was lovely to see my friend Tony Francis looking extremely smart.
Tony Francis
We met up with our friends, Graham and Sam, and, after a chat, a pint, porkpie and cheese, we decided to take the trip on the vintage bus around the site of airfields in the area in World War 2. Thankfully, I remembered not to sit over the wheel, which proved a good idea once the bus started moving! However, it was a poignant trip around the area, and I'm not afraid to admit, that the site of the Glatton Airfield Memorial and part of the runway brought a tear to my eye.
The remains of the water tower for the air base
Bob decided he would dress appropriately on the Sunday so wore the suit and shirt that Dad altered to fit him (how we miss his tailoring skills); hat from a stall at Ramsey 1940's Weekend a few years back; braces from Fogey Unlimited; tie from our friend Roy at Chaps of Distinction. I wore my vintage coat; hat from Dainty Touches; shoes from Canama, and a gorgeous Fleur dress from Heyday! Oh, and my walking stick was handmade from some lovely chaps we met at the Bedfordshire Steam Rally in 2015 whose stall was called Working Sticks. It's much more comfortable than the delightful ones the NHS provide and well worth the money.
By the time we'd returned from the bus trip, Bob was upset that Jill and the last of the bread pudding had departed!
Next year I hope the event is blessed with good weather.....or at least more straw on the muddy parts!
