Well, as I mentioned in my previous post, this weekend we were meant to be at the Festival of the Forties.
Anyone living in Blighty can't have escaped the fact that it has been somewhat soggy under foot. A duck's paradise but not mine!!! This rotten weather has put a dampener (no pun intended!) on many events, countrywide.
We have been lucky and, as far as 1940's events go, have escaped relatively unscathed; until today.
Having kept a keen eye on the weather forecast, hoping that, by some miracle, it might be wrong (well it happens doesn't it?) and keeping everything crossed, we packed the van this morning and headed to Peterborough for the Festival of the Forties only to find out that it, too, had fallen foul of the weather and had been cancelled :o(
A council health and safety executive had inspected the site and taken the decision that the event could not take place. Given the enormous puddles and state of the site, we understood why. If we had camped, I fear our beds may have sunk deep into the ground or, worse still, we may woken up in a puddle! :o) Mr Y hates camping at the best of times, waking up sinking into the mud would have been the end of his days under canvas!
The event looked like it was going to be wonderful. It had been 18 months in the planning and promised so much. The organisers seemed to have thought of everything and we were looking forward to attending, as we know so many others were. Biggest disappointment? Not going to Big Band dance.
As saddened as we are, we're know that it is nothing compared to the bitter disappointment that the organisers must be feeling and the financial losses that they will have incurred. They were a brilliant team and the organiser cannot be faulted. They did everything they could to keep the event going, the damn weather had other ideas! We very much hope that they will try again next year; we'll definitely be there if they do.
Here's hoping that summer actually makes an appearance, there can't be much more rain up there, can there?! Ramsey 1940's event is the next one, 5 weeks today. Surely by August we'll get some sunshine - I hope so.
On a positive note, what to do with a free weekend? Well, Mr Y can be seen running for the hills because, you see, I am currently flicking through the paint chart wondering where to begin :o) Oh, and enjoying a rather large slice of cake!