This is, of course, for us here in the UK, a Bank Holiday week-end. Friend W and I were talking yesterday about the old customs associated with May Day and we wondered if they had completely died out or if some still existed in villages here and there throughout the country. I did have a photograph, which I passed on to the farmer's family on his death, of the Maypole on the Vicarage lawn on Mayday. The village girls and boys were dancing round it to thread the ribbon pattern. It was taken eighty years ago. I lived at the time in an remote village in Lincolnshire and I don't remember Maypole being done on May Day there so it must have been already dying out. Would it be sad if it died out altogether? I don't know the answer to that - must we keep old customs alive?
Last year the May Bank Holiday week-end brought record temperatures and a real holiday atmosphere everywhere. This year at present, looking out of the window, it is raining, cold and cloudy. Tess and I walked in such conditions earlier this morning and I was (and still am) wearing my thickest woollen jumper which I had washed and put away until next year.
Today the Tour de Yorkshire comes through the region (but not through our little town) and ends in Bedale, which is around twelve miles from here. I suppose the racing cyclists might well be pleased to have this really chilly weather rather than last year's heat wave. As for Tess and I, we shall find jobs to do indoors with the central heating full on.