I'm usually casting around desperately to tell you something interesting about life in a small English market town. But not today. It's been an action-packed week.
Sunday saw me up at the crack of dawn for the dash to Bury St. Edmunds, where family members were converging (well, a few family members were getting together) to celebrate number one son's fortieth birthday. I know. I barely look older than forty myself (in my dreams) but there you have it. I was a child bride. Also, I have no compunction about telling an occasional white lie.
|St. Edmundsbury Cathedral|
|The location of our celebratory lunch - Ben's Restaurant, Bury St Edmunds|
|Find the two people on the pic who aren't suffering from hangovers!|
The Canadian cousins, who serendipity had landed on our shores in time for the celebrations, then followed me back up the M11 to my home. At least, that was the plan. My driver, who shall be nameless, took a wrong turn within a few hundred yards of my sister's house and lost the Canadians. Who were then left to follow their instincts - turning up chez Moi forty-five minutes after I had got home. They barely had time to demolish the delicious pasta dish that I whipped up in five minutes or so before they crashed out on account of jet lag, a boozy wedding anniversary celebration on the previous evening, and the stress of getting lost in middle England.
|Thank you God for Gino D'Acampo (and for his recipes)|
The following day we wandered around yet another historic small town, made nuisances of ourselves in various dress shops, and had a lovely lunch - even managing to eat out of doors. In England. In October.
Here's the big finale to my rambling account - King John is Dead. Well, actually, he died on the 19th October 800 years ago - in Newark Castle. And, never the kind of people to miss an opportunity for a bit of a do, the residents have put on a series of events to mark the occasion. So on Monday evening I was in the Town Hall ballroom for a talk by Professor Stephen Church, who has even gone so far as to involve himself in a BBC Television programme, The Last Journey of the Magna Carta King Don't believe everything you have heard about Bad King John and the Sheriff of Nottingham versus Robin Hood. It turns out that he wasn't so bad after all.
|Newark Castle. The room where King John is said to have died is up the stairs|
I enjoyed the talk/lecture so bought Professor Church's book - and there's no harm done by giving it a plug ( I haven't read it yet, so can't offer a recommendation) -
What else? I enjoy researching so I'm still delving into records relating to the wartime Royal Navy and incorporating more information into chapters of Dad's memoirs. Here's the latest - click the link to bring joy to an old lady's heart.
I'm now about to make my Christmas cake - it needs time to mature