Poet in residence (on my side bar), Gwilym, reminded me in his comment, about a lovely cafe in Morecambe. That jogged my memory on another lovely cafe and I have been sitting here at the computer day dreaming about a lovely day about thirty years ago - so I thought I would share it with you.
We had dear friends who lived at Chorley in Lancashire and we spent weekends with one another over the years. One weekend when we arrived F had a list of all the possible places to go for the day on the Saturday. One of these places was Blackpool and in passing I said I had not been there since I was a small child and I wondered if it had changed. So to Blackpool we went.
If you are a U S reader you will probably never have heard of Blackpool but it is an "in-your-face" seaside resort on the West Coast, noted for its Tower, its brashness and its illuminations. It was illuminations time.
The place was crowded and we struggled to find a Parking Place, but eventually we found one and we had the most wonderful day.
First of all we went into a really old-fashioned cafe where the waitresses were all middle-aged, rather stout ladies and all dressed in black dresses and white frilly aprons and caps. Every table had a starched white cloth on it and all they served was fish and chips; but what fantastic fish and chips - freshly caught, crisply battered and served with plates of white bread and butter and a pot of good, strong tea.
Then we walked along the beach, picking up sea shells, looking at the children building sand-castles, waiting for the light to fade so that the illuminations would come on - and then we returned the other way in a horse-drawn carriage so that we could look at the illuminations. What a splendid day that was.
It is a poignant memory now because F has been dead for many years and his wife, C, has lost her memory and will remember none of it. Incidentally F's favourite word was 'splendid' and I used it here without thinking - I never use the word without thinking of him either.
This is how people live on isn't it? My husband at the time has been dead for twenty two years too, so I am the only one carrying a memory of that super day out. And when I die, so will the memory but for now I have to say that every time I think of it I get a feeling of great pleasure. So thank you Gwilym for jogging my memory.
On a completely different topic - the farmer is busy mending fences. For the time being the weather is quite clement and the floods at the end of last year, coupled with several severe gales over the Winter, have played havoc with some of the wooden fences - so it is time to mend them before any of the animals go out.
PS I have updated by profile picture so you have one taken only about two years ago when I am looking more my age!