...so Saturday morning we decided at the last minute to head out yet again. Irene and Rob joined us for an impromptu supper last night, so we threw all the left-overs and a prime packet of chops in the caravan and headed off over to Hanbury Hall near Worcester. They were celebrating a Golden wedding from 100 years ago. The staff were dressed up in costumes of 1911, a string quartet was playing, the dining table was laid for the reception and there were flowers and ribbons everywhere.
It was lovely, but very busy, and despite there been signs all over asking people not to use flash cameras, staff were struggling trying to stop flashes going off every few minutes-the bright lights damage the old fabrics, and beautiful painted ceilings. "My flash is automatic and I can't turn it off, so what do you expect me to do?" I could hear an aggresive lump telling one lady. How about putting the darned camera in your pocket and just enjoy looking at whats around you? Isn't it more important that we preserve these beautiful items for everyone, rather than an arrogant few having pictures to store on their computers?
Afterwards we drove to a little campsite just outside Worcester for the night. We cooked and ate a 3 course meal in the van and watched a DVD on our new player. It was a really cold night and I nearly froze running across to the loo before bedtime. Joe had his hair cut on Thursday and was shivering and shaking all night, but once in bed we were fine, we had loads of bedding and Joe had his own duvet and two pillows under the bed.
Sunday started misty, but cleared into a beautifully warm day, we didn't do a deal, lazed, read, walked through the fields and ate toasted sandwiches and potato salad in the sunshine. People around us were packing up for the winter, and it grew quieter and quieter as they all started to drift home. We finally left around 4 o'clock and after a walk in Worcester, we came home.
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