Off to Kimbolton Country Fair today (They call it a 'fayre' but I refuse to type any such nonsense with my own keys.)
This is a combination country show and old car show, and there is often a fly-past of Spitfires, (one year there was a Lancaster bomber!) on their way to a proper air-show somewhere else in the country.
But we are going with Coton Morris, and taking Son, Daughter, Son-in-law, and DH's 94 year old mother with us. She is so sprightly that she came down from Liverpool to see us, traveling alone on the train and walking across London from King's Cross to Euston train stations to make the connection into Cambridgeshire.
She doesn't like to be helped or catered to or to have her infirmities thought of at all, but she also does like a nap in the afternoon, and sometimes she looks as though any walking she's doing is very hard work. That generation were all so proud and so intolerant of human frailty, but still, she's doing amazingly. Both of my parents were dead by her age.
The weather forecast had said it would be 19°c today, so when I couldn't find my hat I thought 'oh, I won't need it!' But - spoilers - it was hot and I did need it. I ended up buying myself a white panama hat with a black band to go with Coton's kit, which is white shirt and trousers and a black waistcoat. Musicians can wear whatever they like so long as there are no colours or patterns involved.
Our monochrome is inspired by the Fens in deep winter - white snowy land, white overcast sky, bare black trees. Colour is for places where people don't die of exposure in the winter.
( The Gogs take the opposite approach )
Anyway, it was a very nice time. DH was dancing, I was playing whistle, Son, Daughter and Son-in-law (Sil) were keeping Gran company. She consented to sit in a camping chair with them all disposed on the ground around her like a Faerie Queen with her court.
In the breaks between sets of dancing we had lunch (a very underwhelming cheese toastie for me - the vegetarian options were close to zilch), then went round the stalls.
There was a fly-past by a solitary Hurricane whom everyone waved to as he passed. Then at the end of the last dance we all gathered in the shade of an old oak and ate ice-cream while we watched the classic cars driving by on their way home.
Altogether one of the nicest Kimboltons we've been to for years. We (DH and I) usually go alone, but it is much more pleasant when we have our favourite people in the world there with us.