I think I may well have written about this before, but today I had such vivid memories of an Easter about sixty six years ago. Just for a few minutes I almost relived it so I shall share it with you again as I know you always enjoy my memories. What brought back the memory today? 'Antiques Road Trip' was touring round Norfolk - a county I love (my sister and her family lived for many years in Lowestoft so we travelled through Norfolk a lot) and many of the places they called at were familiar to me many years ago - now only names.
It was Easter, we had been married three or four years and had just bought ourselves a second hand Claude Butler tandem. We were keen to have an adventure on it and Easter was just the right time. We planned it carefully. We would go from Lincoln, where we lived at the time, to Lowestoft, where my sister lived. We would stay overnight and then come back the next day - we had to be back for work on Tuesday.
We set off from work at around three o'clock on Good Friday and got as far as a village called Walpole Cross Keys - a village almost on the Wash - where we stayed in a pub overnight and then set off immediately after breakfast next morning. The weather was good and we made really good progress, arriving at my sisters mid afternoon.
I remember little about our stay except that my niece (eleven years younger than me) coveted my yellow cotton cardigan and likewise I desperately wanted her shorts, so we did a swap. I really thought I was the bees knees in the shorts - all I can say, looking back, is that they only just covered what they absolutely needed to cover for the sake of decency. They were green and I wore them with an orange jumper so you could hardly miss me (and I have always had long legs).
Next morning (Easter Sunday) when we got up there was a strong wind blowing in our favour for the journey home. My sister packed us sandwiches and off we set. We fair sailed along in the flat countryside of Norfolk and then Lincolnshire, stopping in a village called Quiddenham for our lunch by a war memorial I seem to remember.
An AA Man (they rode motor bikes with sidecars in those days) rode behind us for a while then as he passed us told us our speed - I forget what it was but it was something like twenty nine miles an hour.
When we got to Sleaford in Lincolnshire we stopped for a Mars Bar each and by this time I was in tears saying I just could not go any further. We were only seventeen miles from home and my husband persuaded me to carry on. I remember we arrived at my Mum and Dad's long after dark and stayed there the night. I don't think we needed much rocking off to sleep, but of course we had Easter Monday to recuperate.
How very pleasing it was this afternoon, just for a few minutes, that I should remember it again. Hope I haven't bored you too much with the memory.