This week end it is the 1940's week-end in our little market town. I can't understand what it is that persuades men (most of whom were not even a twinkle in their father's eye during the war years) to dress in the uniforms of army, navy, airforce, American and Polish forces, air raid wardens, the French Resistance men, Policemen and then parade around the market square with a woman on their arm - and a woman dressed to the nines in a lovely summery dress and a smart hat and gloves (and yes, I can understand that bit!). But they obviously enjoy it tremendously and by ten this morning the whole town was a-buzz.
In addition to various stands selling vintage clothes and uniforms, there were vintage tractors and steam rollers, fairground rides for children, food stalls, music from the forties at one end of the market place and a man singing Frank Sinatra songs at the other. There was a big space left for those who fancied a jive to the music and various activities were planned throughout the day and again tomorrow.
Most of our cafes have outside tables and they were already full so the cafes will undoubtedly do very well today, which is good for trade in the town.
Here is a selection of photographs. They are not good. I can't ask people to pose and there were so many folk about that it was nigh on impossible to take a shot without somebody walking in to the frame from the side. But I hope they do give you a feel for the occasion.
You will see one of an Airedale Terrier. I was speaking to his owner who told me that during the Battle of the Somme in the First World War they were put into slings on a zip wire and sent across enemy lines with messages. Needless to say many were lost in battle. This chap was a beauty and it made me sad to think that they were used in such a way. Although when one thinks of the needless slaughter of thousands of men in that battle - they too had been sent to slaughter needlessly.
On this day after yet another tragedy unfolding in Munich it makes the whole idea of celebrating war of any kind somehow obscene doesn't it.
But enjoy the pictures - albeit rotten ones - of folk (mostly well past middle age) enjoying themselves.