Hi all,
It's Monday evening here (the 2nd) and I am just packing my suitcase and getting all my final last minute prep ready for flying back to England tomorrow. I always feel like I'm so last minute with my packing for England, but it's nice that I don't have to worry to much as I am just going back to my Mum's so its not a massive issue if I forget things. I end up buying most of my things there anyway as it is so much cheaper to buy makeup and toiletries. I have a lot of stuff there too anyway so I feel pretty at home just going to my room; it's like I have two lives though, one in Canada and one in England. My rooms at my parents and grandparents are left the same as I always leave them and full of my stuff.
I'm really excited to be home for Christmas. It really is my absolute favourite time of year... there's nothing better. Right now I'm not working and I just graduated so I don't have any responsibilities (iI'm not sure this is something to be proud of! hehe) Usually when I head home I have to work on an essay or two for university, but this year I am all free. This is pretty exciting, it means I get to go full force into Christmas and I also get to fly home earlier than usual so I get the full month of Christmas buildup (eeekk).
I don't think there is anywhere I'd rather be for Christmas than in England, I suppose this has a lot to do with my emotional ties to home and my love of hisotry and tradition too. Maybe I am biased but Christmas in England is perfect. We have just so much going on around Christmas time, markets, festivals, concerts the whole shabang! I've stayed in Canada for a couple of Christmases since my move here, but I find it incredibly depressing (sorry Canada, I love you). Christmas is pretty low key here in Canada, at least on the west coast; there aren't too many festivities going on or things to do. I get incredibly lonely too, for me the whole point of Christmas is to be with your famiy and indulge in traditions!
We have lots of great family traditions and celebrate lots of christmas traditons that are really specific to the UK, I'm excited to share these with you and to share the history behind some of our lovely traditions. I know a lot of you are as obssessed with history as I am and I really enjoy the discussions we have and inspiring some of you to take trips you've always wanted to. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone else's Chrstmas festivities too! ... So bring on Christmas.
xx
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Monday, 2 December 2013
And, I'm back...
Hello lovely internet friends, I am back!
Sorry for being absent, I have so much going on right now in my life... I'm at a weird cross roads and I have some very difficult decisions to make. I'm bad a decisions at the best of times, like what to have for dinner, or what kind of pudding I want...so making massive life changing decisions is turning out to be a massive ordeal for me.
As you may or may not know, my father passed away last December after being diagnosed with throat cancer in the summer. It was obviously a difficult year, I attempted to balance my final year of my degree with flying or driving thousands of miles every month while he was ill and I eventually hit the wall with school. I went from being an A+ student to dropping a good few points of my GPA, but I also leaner to accept that getting a C isn't the end of the world. Things like that just don't matter in the big scheme of things. After graduating in the summer I have just kind of been coaxing a long a little trying to figure out which path I should be following. I'm a little clearer on things now. I'm a perfectionist which doesn't help anything and I also have a weird need to have control over everything... some things I just can't control to the t though. I'm working through it all bit by bit though. My dad had a tough and lonely life, he spent the past few years working away at something he wasn't really all that happy with at the expense of doing things he really wanted to do. I learnt a lot about how I don't want to be through this whole process. Life is really quite short and fleeting and it's so important to not get side tracked and lose your dreams in the process.
Anyway that's where I am at, subsequently I have been quite useless with my blogging... I promise I will try a little harder! It's my new years resolution. I know a lot of you that read this are quite similar to me and enjoy many of the same things. I really love sharing my trips with you and talking about our common interests. I have so many pictures from being home in England in spring and October that I have been meaning to share with you all, so I will start uploading over the next little while. I also wanted to get the blog back up so I could share my upcoming Christmas trip with you. I'm going to post the places I get to visit but also I wanted to share some English and British cultural traditions with you guys. We have a lot of really unique Christmas traditions that I would just love to share with you guys. Christmas is my favorite time of year and I will just warn you now that I go in to full on Christmas overload. I fly home on Tuesday and I have a packed month of festivities that I am so excited about. I look forward to seeing all your Christmas pictures too, I enjoy following along with your lives on instagram.
Shannon
Sorry for being absent, I have so much going on right now in my life... I'm at a weird cross roads and I have some very difficult decisions to make. I'm bad a decisions at the best of times, like what to have for dinner, or what kind of pudding I want...so making massive life changing decisions is turning out to be a massive ordeal for me.
As you may or may not know, my father passed away last December after being diagnosed with throat cancer in the summer. It was obviously a difficult year, I attempted to balance my final year of my degree with flying or driving thousands of miles every month while he was ill and I eventually hit the wall with school. I went from being an A+ student to dropping a good few points of my GPA, but I also leaner to accept that getting a C isn't the end of the world. Things like that just don't matter in the big scheme of things. After graduating in the summer I have just kind of been coaxing a long a little trying to figure out which path I should be following. I'm a little clearer on things now. I'm a perfectionist which doesn't help anything and I also have a weird need to have control over everything... some things I just can't control to the t though. I'm working through it all bit by bit though. My dad had a tough and lonely life, he spent the past few years working away at something he wasn't really all that happy with at the expense of doing things he really wanted to do. I learnt a lot about how I don't want to be through this whole process. Life is really quite short and fleeting and it's so important to not get side tracked and lose your dreams in the process.
Anyway that's where I am at, subsequently I have been quite useless with my blogging... I promise I will try a little harder! It's my new years resolution. I know a lot of you that read this are quite similar to me and enjoy many of the same things. I really love sharing my trips with you and talking about our common interests. I have so many pictures from being home in England in spring and October that I have been meaning to share with you all, so I will start uploading over the next little while. I also wanted to get the blog back up so I could share my upcoming Christmas trip with you. I'm going to post the places I get to visit but also I wanted to share some English and British cultural traditions with you guys. We have a lot of really unique Christmas traditions that I would just love to share with you guys. Christmas is my favorite time of year and I will just warn you now that I go in to full on Christmas overload. I fly home on Tuesday and I have a packed month of festivities that I am so excited about. I look forward to seeing all your Christmas pictures too, I enjoy following along with your lives on instagram.
Shannon
Sunday, 1 December 2013
Birthday
I turned 28 this past September (gasp)! I just really don't know where the time goes these days?! Do you remember when you were a kid and even a months summer holidays felt like forever. Now I feel like whenever I get focussed on a task or a life issue, the next time I look up again a whole year has passed! Twenty eight!... or "pushing thirty" as my friend Kate likes to call it, which makes me feel a whole lot worse about it all. I panic a little from time to time over my age, I suppose because I am really aware of the social expectations of being in my (very) late twenties. My friends at home in England all went straight from college to university and had competed their degrees by the time we were 21. I took a long hiatus from uni and went back as an older student so I've always been a little insecure about how much older I am and how "behind" I am. Behind on what I am not quite sure, the timeline set by society and lots of my friends maybe? My friends are all getting married now and having babies... Something that terrifies me. I'd much rather collect dogs and horses instead. Honestly, I can't even look after myself properly. I feel like I'm perpetually 12... I still can't make adult decisions before calling my mother!!!
Last year I had flown out to see my dad in hospital at the time of my birthday. It was the first one I had ever spent with my dad that I remember and back in the small Albertan town that I was born in. Given the circumstances I wasn't really feeling up to having any kind of birthday celebrations for my 27th. I was away just before my birthday this year as well again, I drove out to sort through my dad's things and to clear up some of his estate matters with a lawyer. After growing up in England I always forget just how big Canada is! From where I live on Vancouver Island its a 16 hour drive to the next province where my dad lived. It was a fast trip, managed to sort most of it in three days and set off driving back to B.C the day before my birthday. For anyone who does long trips, 16 hours in the car is pretty shit. We made it back to the coast in the middle of the night and slept in the truck in the car park of a MacDonalds (I'm classy). Managed to get on the first ferry at 6am, it was my birthday at this point. I was feeling pretty tried and grumpy to be honest and stiff from the car ride, not a happy camper. I wasn't really planning anything for my birthday this year either, but the girls confirmed that morning that my boss had leant us the big stock trailer for the carriage horses so we could take my friends school horses to the beach. It was a lovely birthday surprise. I got in and got changed and went straight out, despite the lack of sleep.
Friends having a lovely time
It was such a lovely day, it's pretty hard to be anything other than happy while cantering a horse you love along the beach in the sunshine! Slamming around in the saddle worked out all my kinks too. I'm really to have such wonderful friends here, we're all really different but our love of horses binds us. These girls have been so wonderful and such an amazing support network through a really rough year. I love spending days out on the horses together. It's just so perfect. I'm really grateful for the memories that I've made in Canada, especially in this last year. Although it was a really tough one for me with the passing of my father and dealing with all the accompanying shit, these girls have really rallied round me. I've spent most of my summer int he company of these wonderful people and southing my injured soul with some amazing horse therapy. These are days I will always remember....
Last year I had flown out to see my dad in hospital at the time of my birthday. It was the first one I had ever spent with my dad that I remember and back in the small Albertan town that I was born in. Given the circumstances I wasn't really feeling up to having any kind of birthday celebrations for my 27th. I was away just before my birthday this year as well again, I drove out to sort through my dad's things and to clear up some of his estate matters with a lawyer. After growing up in England I always forget just how big Canada is! From where I live on Vancouver Island its a 16 hour drive to the next province where my dad lived. It was a fast trip, managed to sort most of it in three days and set off driving back to B.C the day before my birthday. For anyone who does long trips, 16 hours in the car is pretty shit. We made it back to the coast in the middle of the night and slept in the truck in the car park of a MacDonalds (I'm classy). Managed to get on the first ferry at 6am, it was my birthday at this point. I was feeling pretty tried and grumpy to be honest and stiff from the car ride, not a happy camper. I wasn't really planning anything for my birthday this year either, but the girls confirmed that morning that my boss had leant us the big stock trailer for the carriage horses so we could take my friends school horses to the beach. It was a lovely birthday surprise. I got in and got changed and went straight out, despite the lack of sleep.
Here we all are with friends, two legged and four
Our big work stock trailer for the draft horses. It's a pretty big deal that my boss leant this to us. It's his absolute pride and joy!!
It was Vixen's first time ever at the beach. Horse people will know how much of a big deal new things and experiences are to our equine friends. She was an absolute champ though, trailered no issue and didn't bat an eyelid at the beach. She just wanted to go
Our incredible view for the day. The sun was shining, the light was perfect, the view was incredible. It's one of those moments that just fills your heart up ready to burst.
I am so very in love with this perfect little girl
Paddling in the ocean together. If you have ever tried to run on sand you know how hard it is and how much of a work out it is. Same for the horses, they were so exhausted at the end o it all. This fat little mare is a little overweight so she found it easier to run along the shore line where the sand was wet and firmer. We cantered the whole stretch of the beach splashing up water in our wake
Debra and her horse Brew. These two just have the most amazing bond! She rides him completely tackless all the time; no saddle and just a halter and they rip around the trails like that. I have absolutely no bloody idea how she stays on, i'd be off in a second. We call him Tokyo drift because rather than bending he likes to run sideways and side pass at a canter.
Everyone was just exhausted after that ride!!!!
Lucky to have such well behaved horses. They can just graze while we do our own thing.
Monday, 21 October 2013
A short update and a big rant about work
Monday 26th August, 2013
Victoria, BC Canada
Hello all,
My goodness, sorry for the absence! It has been absolutely ages since my last blog update.. Life has just gotten a little hectic! Where were we? I think the last time I updated was just after my Nana had left, that seems forever ago now! Since then I have just been working non stop, so I really don't have any exciting news to tell sadly.
As I am sure you have all gathered from my frequent Instagram uploads, I work as a carriage driver every summer here in lovely Victoria, British Columbia (Canada). It's now my eighth season with the company (!!) and it worked really well around the school year and its a pretty good set up!!! The job is pretty laid back, basically I just get to hang out with horses all day and chat to tourists while I drive them around the beautiful city in the sunshine (usually). When it isn't busy I get to just socialize with my fellow drivers and go on food/tea runs. In the summer though we're usually back to back which means I often don't get down from my carriage at all during a shift unless its to run to the loo or feed/water my horse, clean out the poo catcher etc. It can be a little much on a hot summers day, especially at this time of year. For the past few seasons I have tended to leave at the end of July and be away in England for the whole month of August.. August is our busiest time so I'm not too sure how I always get away with this! Anyway, since I graduated early this year I decided to go in April/May and stay for the whole season. I forgot just how difficult it can be!!!
August is a tough one because its incredibly busy with tourists, we've also all been working non stop since May. I'm working six days a week, alternating between day shifts and evening shifts, in the hot weather then freezing cold at night. I've done the same tour fifty million times by now, same route, same narration. I've answered the same ridiculous questions ... ("Does the Queen live in the castle"- points to capital buildings, "Do you accept real money", "I thought it snowed in Canada all the time", "Do you speak Canadian") over and over again. I'm tired, the horse is tired. Having to constantly be "on", so to speak, and we jolly, cheerful and do tours no matter how tired or sick you may feel is hard, and I am quickly losing the ability to feign interest in peoples bullshit stories/lives and not to answer peoples stupid questions with sarcasm and the disgusted face. I try, I really do. But there is only a limited number of times that I can listen to people whinging they "feel sorry for the poor horse" after being on my carriage for a minute... Why did you just spend $145 dollars to make "the poor horse" pull your fat arse around then? (JEZZUS *bangs head*)
While we're on that subject, I've also hit a peak with the dumb comments by non-horse people that grew up in a city and probably haven't seen horses before, but are apparently experts. At the beginning of the season I handle to sad faces, disapproving looks and silly comments well. I'm pretty tolerant and calm and I like to have rationale discussions where I can inform people and correct their misguided beliefs and conceptions about horses or the industry.I usually do this by adopting a high pitched school teacher like voice and dealing with everyone like they're 5 years old....
"This is a draft horse, a heavy horse, they are bred for pulling heavy loads such as wagons, canal boats and ploughs"..."A draft horse can pull up to six times his own weight on wheels"..."Yes they seem to enjoy their jobs, they wait by the gate every morning for work, its bred in them, like boarder collies likes to herd"... "Horses need a job to do for their psychosocial and mental health"..bla bla
I know often it is coming from a place of caring and goodness; people don't want to see animals abused. I get that. I also know that most of these people don't have a shred of horse experience and have probably seen a horse once on TV and this is why they ask ridiculous questions. I can deal with the odd one, I like to learn new things and also impart things I have learnt on other people. However, the more time I have spent on the job and the more times I'm asked... (and also the more I start to understand about how Canadian culture work; they don't like being direct), the more I realize that implicit in these comments and questions, these people are basically (indirectly) telling me I am an animal abuser. I think that this is actually what upsets me the most.
I love our horses, they are my co-workers, my friends. I hours every day with them, for years. Each knows the other well, and I know what each one wants, or is thinking, how they will react, what they like or dislike. Not many people in this technology age get the change to spend their days working alongside an animal anymore. I know some animals rights groups will say there's no such thing as "working" horse, I beg to differ however. As most horse people know, horses (and other animals) enjoy to work, they need jobs for their physical and mental health. At a time in our human history when most people live in cities and rarely get to interact with animals or be involved with practices that sustained.
Monday October 21st. 2013
I've finally come back to finishing this post almost 2 months later and after a break and a trip back home! Wow, I'd definitely hit the end of season wall there. Poor humans taking a ride with our staff at the end of August, we must all be bitches (haha). August is a tough one though, its a very demanding job, both physically and mentally. It's outside in all types of weather and very go go go. We don;t get set breaks nor a lunch break, and so eat when we get any spare time. You have to be very "on" with the customers, even when you're having the worst day ever. We drive around town so I'm being a tour guide, driving my horse which is demanding, especially with the new guys who are a bit spooky. I'm also watching traffic and what the other drivers are doing. But it is a great job. I am certain it is one of those jobs I will look back on when I'm older as the best job I've ever had.
I'm very lucky to have had this experience, it has taught me a lot, and a great number of skills I'm sure I will draw on forever. It has also been an amazing support network for me, most of my closet friends are (or have been) carriage drivers and it has been a constant in my life through lots of ups and downs. The staff are truly friends and it's very tight knit. Everyone is there to support each other through all sorts of messes.
Lots of things are changing for me this year, and I am really deeply sad that this stage of my life is over. I will miss it incredibly. It has been a fantastic run though and I have made the most wonderful memories and life long friends.
Victoria, BC Canada
Hello all,
My goodness, sorry for the absence! It has been absolutely ages since my last blog update.. Life has just gotten a little hectic! Where were we? I think the last time I updated was just after my Nana had left, that seems forever ago now! Since then I have just been working non stop, so I really don't have any exciting news to tell sadly.
As I am sure you have all gathered from my frequent Instagram uploads, I work as a carriage driver every summer here in lovely Victoria, British Columbia (Canada). It's now my eighth season with the company (!!) and it worked really well around the school year and its a pretty good set up!!! The job is pretty laid back, basically I just get to hang out with horses all day and chat to tourists while I drive them around the beautiful city in the sunshine (usually). When it isn't busy I get to just socialize with my fellow drivers and go on food/tea runs. In the summer though we're usually back to back which means I often don't get down from my carriage at all during a shift unless its to run to the loo or feed/water my horse, clean out the poo catcher etc. It can be a little much on a hot summers day, especially at this time of year. For the past few seasons I have tended to leave at the end of July and be away in England for the whole month of August.. August is our busiest time so I'm not too sure how I always get away with this! Anyway, since I graduated early this year I decided to go in April/May and stay for the whole season. I forgot just how difficult it can be!!!
August is a tough one because its incredibly busy with tourists, we've also all been working non stop since May. I'm working six days a week, alternating between day shifts and evening shifts, in the hot weather then freezing cold at night. I've done the same tour fifty million times by now, same route, same narration. I've answered the same ridiculous questions ... ("Does the Queen live in the castle"- points to capital buildings, "Do you accept real money", "I thought it snowed in Canada all the time", "Do you speak Canadian") over and over again. I'm tired, the horse is tired. Having to constantly be "on", so to speak, and we jolly, cheerful and do tours no matter how tired or sick you may feel is hard, and I am quickly losing the ability to feign interest in peoples bullshit stories/lives and not to answer peoples stupid questions with sarcasm and the disgusted face. I try, I really do. But there is only a limited number of times that I can listen to people whinging they "feel sorry for the poor horse" after being on my carriage for a minute... Why did you just spend $145 dollars to make "the poor horse" pull your fat arse around then? (JEZZUS *bangs head*)
While we're on that subject, I've also hit a peak with the dumb comments by non-horse people that grew up in a city and probably haven't seen horses before, but are apparently experts. At the beginning of the season I handle to sad faces, disapproving looks and silly comments well. I'm pretty tolerant and calm and I like to have rationale discussions where I can inform people and correct their misguided beliefs and conceptions about horses or the industry.I usually do this by adopting a high pitched school teacher like voice and dealing with everyone like they're 5 years old....
"This is a draft horse, a heavy horse, they are bred for pulling heavy loads such as wagons, canal boats and ploughs"..."A draft horse can pull up to six times his own weight on wheels"..."Yes they seem to enjoy their jobs, they wait by the gate every morning for work, its bred in them, like boarder collies likes to herd"... "Horses need a job to do for their psychosocial and mental health"..bla bla
I know often it is coming from a place of caring and goodness; people don't want to see animals abused. I get that. I also know that most of these people don't have a shred of horse experience and have probably seen a horse once on TV and this is why they ask ridiculous questions. I can deal with the odd one, I like to learn new things and also impart things I have learnt on other people. However, the more time I have spent on the job and the more times I'm asked... (and also the more I start to understand about how Canadian culture work; they don't like being direct), the more I realize that implicit in these comments and questions, these people are basically (indirectly) telling me I am an animal abuser. I think that this is actually what upsets me the most.
I love our horses, they are my co-workers, my friends. I hours every day with them, for years. Each knows the other well, and I know what each one wants, or is thinking, how they will react, what they like or dislike. Not many people in this technology age get the change to spend their days working alongside an animal anymore. I know some animals rights groups will say there's no such thing as "working" horse, I beg to differ however. As most horse people know, horses (and other animals) enjoy to work, they need jobs for their physical and mental health. At a time in our human history when most people live in cities and rarely get to interact with animals or be involved with practices that sustained.
Monday October 21st. 2013
I've finally come back to finishing this post almost 2 months later and after a break and a trip back home! Wow, I'd definitely hit the end of season wall there. Poor humans taking a ride with our staff at the end of August, we must all be bitches (haha). August is a tough one though, its a very demanding job, both physically and mentally. It's outside in all types of weather and very go go go. We don;t get set breaks nor a lunch break, and so eat when we get any spare time. You have to be very "on" with the customers, even when you're having the worst day ever. We drive around town so I'm being a tour guide, driving my horse which is demanding, especially with the new guys who are a bit spooky. I'm also watching traffic and what the other drivers are doing. But it is a great job. I am certain it is one of those jobs I will look back on when I'm older as the best job I've ever had.
I'm very lucky to have had this experience, it has taught me a lot, and a great number of skills I'm sure I will draw on forever. It has also been an amazing support network for me, most of my closet friends are (or have been) carriage drivers and it has been a constant in my life through lots of ups and downs. The staff are truly friends and it's very tight knit. Everyone is there to support each other through all sorts of messes.
Lots of things are changing for me this year, and I am really deeply sad that this stage of my life is over. I will miss it incredibly. It has been a fantastic run though and I have made the most wonderful memories and life long friends.
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Happy and Glorious : Long May She Reign
Hello all!
** as you can tell I wrote this over a month ago and meant to post it on the day of the Queen's Coronation celebrations. Better late than never I suppose!
As today (the 4th of June) is quite a special day, being the 60th anniversary of the Queen's Coronation and all, I thought I would do a little Queen/Monarchy blog entry to mark the glorious occasion. I've always loved history, since I was a small child. I was obsessed with the lineages of the English monarchy dating right back and I loved visiting castles and stately homes and imagining the lives of all those people that had gone before me; their thoughts, feelings, wishes, worries. I've also always been a massive Royalist and Nationalist, much to the horror of my mother!!! It's always been a bit of a contradiction really, since I grew up in a very liberal household, where everyone voted labour and hated the conservatives. I've always leaned to the left and been heavily involved with social issues and had much disdain for conservative individualism and right wing values. I grew up in the working class North, I've always been very aware of class distinction and inequality from an early age... yet I always had the bizarre patriotism and love for all the pomp and circumstance of Royal pageantry!
Purple banners down Regent Street to mark the 60th Anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II's coronation
As a child I loved to watch any Royal parades and ceremonies, and I would make my family watch the "Last Night of the Prom's" every single year and get the Union Jacks out to wave around during "Land of Hope and Glory" and "Rule Britannia"... haha they hated it so much! I'm aware that if you're reading this outside of the UK you might not be aware of what the Proms is! Often known as "The BBC Proms" or the Henry Wood Promenade concerts, It's an eight week long season of classical orchestra concerts held at the Royal Albert Hall in London every single summer since 1895. (Read more about it here). The term Promenade Concerts refers to the popular Victorian outdoor music concerts held in the parks of London throughout the summer season. There are more than 70 concerts throughout the event, as well as other related "Proms in the Park" events in various parks across the country... the season all culminates in the aptly named "Last Night of the Proms" held in the Albert Hall. The Last Night is by far the most famous event in the season, and is where most people get their perception of the Proms from. It's much less formal and the other concerts and is seen as a sort of "wind down". Its always broadcast live on the BBC and there are other events throughout the country where large screens link up live with other major UK cities, so that we can all have a good old sing song together.. and of course Her Majesty is there for the event :)
The Last Night is always dedicated to British Patriotic pieces, its a major tradition for everyone to sing along together across the country to some of our best known Victoria and Edwardian patriotic songs, that reflect a bygone age of British imperialism (and arrogance) are sung by the whole country. Honestly, you may laugh, but I get really emotional about it.... I find it really stirring (which is what they're obviously designed to do)... But I love to wave my flag around and sing at the top of my lungs! the lyrics while outdated and definitely imperial are traditional and make me reflect of the history of this country... they make me proud to be English! Land of Hope and Glory is one of my favourites.... If you haven't watched the Proms version watch it!!! It's a must see... so quintessentially English! You Americans may recognize it when it kicks in actually, since its the theme you use for your graduation ceremonies!... But YES! it is actually a patriotic song all about the wonders of the Britain! (land of hope and glory, mother of the free, how shall we exalt thee, who are born of thee. Wider still and wider, shall thy bounds be set, God who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet...) - sums up the British imperial mindset perfectly! Click here to watch it... I actually like this one as it starts with the usual "three cheers" for the Queen that we do at all Royal events (hip hip, hooray!)... God we're ridiculous when you think about it! also note the "bobbing up and down"... we're an awkward people aren't we!!! (hehe) The bobbing is traditional too!
The other favourites that they always do are the "sea shanties" which celebrate our naval history (watch).. fast forward to 4mins30 for the best bit and for some more bloody bobbing!. The of course there's the epic "Rule Britannia" (watch) and "Jerusalem" (watch) (in which the lyrics tell of a myth that Jesus once came to England?!) and I vow to thee my country (watch), written around the time of the First World War, I absolutely love it and think it should be our national anthem! Anyway, to sum up.. I love it!...The flag waving and the parotitims has all come back into fashion now which is wonderful. For a long time people thought I was so weird and old fashioned with my love of history, tradition, the flag and high tea. It makes for one uncool teenager I'll tell you! But in recent years, with the recession, concerns over mass-immigration threatening "English identity", as well as the Jubilee and the Olympics, it is once again cool to be British. Many old traditions have been revived and there's been a resurgence of all things British; from tea shops, to vintage clothes and prints, the union jack on everything and good old English food! .... Finally, I'm cool once again!! (hehe)
Anyway, I Diverge... the point is a bit of flag waving patriotism is good for the soul. Where was I??.. Oh Lizzie's coronation, right! The whole point of this post (oops)... hopefully my little/not so little blurb wasn't too boring. So today, Queen Elizabeth II attended a ceremony at Westminster Abbey, where she was coronated in 1953, to mark her 60th year on the throne (three more years and she'll out-do Queen Victoria, who was our longest reigning monarch ever). When she came to the throne a year earlier, it was because of the untimely death of her father, the late King George VI, she was 27 at the time of her coronation and had never grown up with the role of Queen in mind. I'm not too sure how familiar with English history you all are, but Elizabeth's father was never meant to be King, he was second in line to the throne after his brother Edward VIII who is the only British monarch in history to have voluntarily surrendered the crown. Edward never really wanted the role of King, he begrudged the responsibilities and was a massive playboy who was embroiled in many scandals with married women and even showed interest in Nazism prior to Britain's entry into the war. He abdicated the throne in 1936 after parliament rejected his proposed marriage; Edward was with his partner Wallis Simpson, and American women. The two had begun the affair while she was still married, and the proposition of a (two time) divorcee and the Queen of England, and an American one at that, was far too much for the Monarchy and parliament to stand. Edward stepped down from his duty as King and gave his speech via the new technology of the radio, stating; "At long last I am able to say a few words of my own...you must believe me when I tell you that I have found it impossible to carry the heavy burden of responsibility and to discharge my duties as King as I would wish to do without the love and support of the woman I love". Edwards family never forgave him for his decision and he is remembered as having let down his country, immediately after the abdication his mother, Queen Mary, exclaimed "All THIS thrown away for THAT". Two years later she wrote to him: "I do not think you have ever realised the shock which the attitude you took up caused your family and the whole nation. It seemed inconceivable to those who made such sacrifices during the war that you, as their King, refused a lesser sacrifice"
Edward VIII in his full regalia
George VI, Edwards younger brother took on the role of King; a shy and retiring man, he had suffered with a stutter for most of his life, and wasn't the epitome of a charismatic King. However, it was his behaviour and deportment during the second World War, behaviour so unlike his brother, that most probably saved the British monarchy. George had never expected to be King, and he was reluctant due to his shyness and speech issues, though his sense of duty pushed him to take on the role. During the crisis of WWII the King remained in London, in spite of the bombings and air raids and the family became a symbol of unity to help Britain through and incredibly dark time. The latter part of his reign saw the dismantling of most of the British Empire, he lost the title of Emperor of India in 1947, after the continent received its independence and also his title of King of Ireland, after Eire became a republic also.His health also began to decline, after years of smoking, he died of cancer in 1952 leaving his 26 year old daughter as his succsor.
All this takes us to our current monarch, Elizabeth II. Our second longest reigning monarch, who like her relation Queen Victoria, has reigned over decades of change. When she came to the throne in 1953 England was a completely different country to the one we now live in. She has seen countless prime misters come and go, and with over half a century on the throne, she has see massive changes at home and abroad. Elizabeth, like her father before her, was never intended to be the monarch. She was a young girl when her father became King and prior to that had lived a relatively quiet life (by royal standards at least). Elizabeth became Queen at the age of 25, following the death of her father, King George V, after a spate of bad health.
The Coronation
Now, back to the coronation. July marked the sixtieth anniversary of Queen Elizabeth's coronation and like her forbearers she was crowned in a historic ceremony at Westminster Abbey in London. The ceremony itself has remained mostly unchanged for thousands of years and for the last 900 years, it has taken place at Westminster Abbey. Elizabeth was the 39th monarch to be crowned in this historic cathedral. The reigning monarch takes on title of "defender of the faith", since the monarch is also the symbolic head of the church of England (since Henry the eighth split from the Catholic Church). Because of this the service itself is conducted by the Archbishop of Canterbury, whose role has been the same since the Norman conquest of 1066. The 1953 Coronation was the first ever coronation service to be televised, and for most it was the first event on television, at a time when most households still didn't own TVs. It is estimated that 27 million people in Britain watched the live ceremony (with the population of the UK at the time being 36 million).
The monarchy still command much respect from the British public, despite the amount of tax payers money that goes into funding the institution, and if the response to last years Golden Jubilee is anything to go by, it seems that even in our deep recession- the monarchy is more popular than ever. Things have definitely changed over the past couple of decades, especially since the days of Diana. These days the monarchy seem much more accessible and in touch with the common people. Perhaps it is the anthropologist in me that likes to analyze peoples reactions and responses, and shifting societal fads and attitudes- but there has been a massive resurgence of "all things British". Its progressed over the past few years, and is probably more noticeable to me as I spend time out of the country living in Canada; but its seen in the union jack emblazoning everything from mugs, to t-shirts, sofas, food packaging... its all over the bloody show. There's also be a revival of quaint "englishness", seen in the shabby chic trend epitomized by Cath Kidston and the numerous tea rooms springing up. I think the monarchy as an institution remain popular, especially now as we are in times of massive change and struggle in the Uk right now. Since the banking crisis the UK has spent a number of years in recession; jobs are scarce, things are difficult and people are incredibly frustrated. The economic issues have also confounded peoples frustration over mass immigration to the UK, all made worse by the current culture clash seen in cities and the fear and worry of terrorism after a spate of incidents involving individuals subscribing to fundamental islamic ideology. It feels like we're reaching a tipping point maybe, and I think the monarchy are so popular because they are a symbol of "britishness" and tradition at a time when what it means to be British is changing fast. The monarchy has always been a part f what it means to be English and are an integral part of our national identity. Our traditions and our history are what have kept us strong as a country for centuries and I hope they continue to do so.
<3
** as you can tell I wrote this over a month ago and meant to post it on the day of the Queen's Coronation celebrations. Better late than never I suppose!
As today (the 4th of June) is quite a special day, being the 60th anniversary of the Queen's Coronation and all, I thought I would do a little Queen/Monarchy blog entry to mark the glorious occasion. I've always loved history, since I was a small child. I was obsessed with the lineages of the English monarchy dating right back and I loved visiting castles and stately homes and imagining the lives of all those people that had gone before me; their thoughts, feelings, wishes, worries. I've also always been a massive Royalist and Nationalist, much to the horror of my mother!!! It's always been a bit of a contradiction really, since I grew up in a very liberal household, where everyone voted labour and hated the conservatives. I've always leaned to the left and been heavily involved with social issues and had much disdain for conservative individualism and right wing values. I grew up in the working class North, I've always been very aware of class distinction and inequality from an early age... yet I always had the bizarre patriotism and love for all the pomp and circumstance of Royal pageantry!
Purple banners down Regent Street to mark the 60th Anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II's coronation
As a child I loved to watch any Royal parades and ceremonies, and I would make my family watch the "Last Night of the Prom's" every single year and get the Union Jacks out to wave around during "Land of Hope and Glory" and "Rule Britannia"... haha they hated it so much! I'm aware that if you're reading this outside of the UK you might not be aware of what the Proms is! Often known as "The BBC Proms" or the Henry Wood Promenade concerts, It's an eight week long season of classical orchestra concerts held at the Royal Albert Hall in London every single summer since 1895. (Read more about it here). The term Promenade Concerts refers to the popular Victorian outdoor music concerts held in the parks of London throughout the summer season. There are more than 70 concerts throughout the event, as well as other related "Proms in the Park" events in various parks across the country... the season all culminates in the aptly named "Last Night of the Proms" held in the Albert Hall. The Last Night is by far the most famous event in the season, and is where most people get their perception of the Proms from. It's much less formal and the other concerts and is seen as a sort of "wind down". Its always broadcast live on the BBC and there are other events throughout the country where large screens link up live with other major UK cities, so that we can all have a good old sing song together.. and of course Her Majesty is there for the event :)
The Last Night is always dedicated to British Patriotic pieces, its a major tradition for everyone to sing along together across the country to some of our best known Victoria and Edwardian patriotic songs, that reflect a bygone age of British imperialism (and arrogance) are sung by the whole country. Honestly, you may laugh, but I get really emotional about it.... I find it really stirring (which is what they're obviously designed to do)... But I love to wave my flag around and sing at the top of my lungs! the lyrics while outdated and definitely imperial are traditional and make me reflect of the history of this country... they make me proud to be English! Land of Hope and Glory is one of my favourites.... If you haven't watched the Proms version watch it!!! It's a must see... so quintessentially English! You Americans may recognize it when it kicks in actually, since its the theme you use for your graduation ceremonies!... But YES! it is actually a patriotic song all about the wonders of the Britain! (land of hope and glory, mother of the free, how shall we exalt thee, who are born of thee. Wider still and wider, shall thy bounds be set, God who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet...) - sums up the British imperial mindset perfectly! Click here to watch it... I actually like this one as it starts with the usual "three cheers" for the Queen that we do at all Royal events (hip hip, hooray!)... God we're ridiculous when you think about it! also note the "bobbing up and down"... we're an awkward people aren't we!!! (hehe) The bobbing is traditional too!
The other favourites that they always do are the "sea shanties" which celebrate our naval history (watch).. fast forward to 4mins30 for the best bit and for some more bloody bobbing!. The of course there's the epic "Rule Britannia" (watch) and "Jerusalem" (watch) (in which the lyrics tell of a myth that Jesus once came to England?!) and I vow to thee my country (watch), written around the time of the First World War, I absolutely love it and think it should be our national anthem! Anyway, to sum up.. I love it!...The flag waving and the parotitims has all come back into fashion now which is wonderful. For a long time people thought I was so weird and old fashioned with my love of history, tradition, the flag and high tea. It makes for one uncool teenager I'll tell you! But in recent years, with the recession, concerns over mass-immigration threatening "English identity", as well as the Jubilee and the Olympics, it is once again cool to be British. Many old traditions have been revived and there's been a resurgence of all things British; from tea shops, to vintage clothes and prints, the union jack on everything and good old English food! .... Finally, I'm cool once again!! (hehe)
Anyway, I Diverge... the point is a bit of flag waving patriotism is good for the soul. Where was I??.. Oh Lizzie's coronation, right! The whole point of this post (oops)... hopefully my little/not so little blurb wasn't too boring. So today, Queen Elizabeth II attended a ceremony at Westminster Abbey, where she was coronated in 1953, to mark her 60th year on the throne (three more years and she'll out-do Queen Victoria, who was our longest reigning monarch ever). When she came to the throne a year earlier, it was because of the untimely death of her father, the late King George VI, she was 27 at the time of her coronation and had never grown up with the role of Queen in mind. I'm not too sure how familiar with English history you all are, but Elizabeth's father was never meant to be King, he was second in line to the throne after his brother Edward VIII who is the only British monarch in history to have voluntarily surrendered the crown. Edward never really wanted the role of King, he begrudged the responsibilities and was a massive playboy who was embroiled in many scandals with married women and even showed interest in Nazism prior to Britain's entry into the war. He abdicated the throne in 1936 after parliament rejected his proposed marriage; Edward was with his partner Wallis Simpson, and American women. The two had begun the affair while she was still married, and the proposition of a (two time) divorcee and the Queen of England, and an American one at that, was far too much for the Monarchy and parliament to stand. Edward stepped down from his duty as King and gave his speech via the new technology of the radio, stating; "At long last I am able to say a few words of my own...you must believe me when I tell you that I have found it impossible to carry the heavy burden of responsibility and to discharge my duties as King as I would wish to do without the love and support of the woman I love". Edwards family never forgave him for his decision and he is remembered as having let down his country, immediately after the abdication his mother, Queen Mary, exclaimed "All THIS thrown away for THAT". Two years later she wrote to him: "I do not think you have ever realised the shock which the attitude you took up caused your family and the whole nation. It seemed inconceivable to those who made such sacrifices during the war that you, as their King, refused a lesser sacrifice"
Edward VIII in his full regalia
George VI, Edwards younger brother took on the role of King; a shy and retiring man, he had suffered with a stutter for most of his life, and wasn't the epitome of a charismatic King. However, it was his behaviour and deportment during the second World War, behaviour so unlike his brother, that most probably saved the British monarchy. George had never expected to be King, and he was reluctant due to his shyness and speech issues, though his sense of duty pushed him to take on the role. During the crisis of WWII the King remained in London, in spite of the bombings and air raids and the family became a symbol of unity to help Britain through and incredibly dark time. The latter part of his reign saw the dismantling of most of the British Empire, he lost the title of Emperor of India in 1947, after the continent received its independence and also his title of King of Ireland, after Eire became a republic also.His health also began to decline, after years of smoking, he died of cancer in 1952 leaving his 26 year old daughter as his succsor.
George VI
All this takes us to our current monarch, Elizabeth II. Our second longest reigning monarch, who like her relation Queen Victoria, has reigned over decades of change. When she came to the throne in 1953 England was a completely different country to the one we now live in. She has seen countless prime misters come and go, and with over half a century on the throne, she has see massive changes at home and abroad. Elizabeth, like her father before her, was never intended to be the monarch. She was a young girl when her father became King and prior to that had lived a relatively quiet life (by royal standards at least). Elizabeth became Queen at the age of 25, following the death of her father, King George V, after a spate of bad health.
The Coronation
Now, back to the coronation. July marked the sixtieth anniversary of Queen Elizabeth's coronation and like her forbearers she was crowned in a historic ceremony at Westminster Abbey in London. The ceremony itself has remained mostly unchanged for thousands of years and for the last 900 years, it has taken place at Westminster Abbey. Elizabeth was the 39th monarch to be crowned in this historic cathedral. The reigning monarch takes on title of "defender of the faith", since the monarch is also the symbolic head of the church of England (since Henry the eighth split from the Catholic Church). Because of this the service itself is conducted by the Archbishop of Canterbury, whose role has been the same since the Norman conquest of 1066. The 1953 Coronation was the first ever coronation service to be televised, and for most it was the first event on television, at a time when most households still didn't own TVs. It is estimated that 27 million people in Britain watched the live ceremony (with the population of the UK at the time being 36 million).
The monarchy still command much respect from the British public, despite the amount of tax payers money that goes into funding the institution, and if the response to last years Golden Jubilee is anything to go by, it seems that even in our deep recession- the monarchy is more popular than ever. Things have definitely changed over the past couple of decades, especially since the days of Diana. These days the monarchy seem much more accessible and in touch with the common people. Perhaps it is the anthropologist in me that likes to analyze peoples reactions and responses, and shifting societal fads and attitudes- but there has been a massive resurgence of "all things British". Its progressed over the past few years, and is probably more noticeable to me as I spend time out of the country living in Canada; but its seen in the union jack emblazoning everything from mugs, to t-shirts, sofas, food packaging... its all over the bloody show. There's also be a revival of quaint "englishness", seen in the shabby chic trend epitomized by Cath Kidston and the numerous tea rooms springing up. I think the monarchy as an institution remain popular, especially now as we are in times of massive change and struggle in the Uk right now. Since the banking crisis the UK has spent a number of years in recession; jobs are scarce, things are difficult and people are incredibly frustrated. The economic issues have also confounded peoples frustration over mass immigration to the UK, all made worse by the current culture clash seen in cities and the fear and worry of terrorism after a spate of incidents involving individuals subscribing to fundamental islamic ideology. It feels like we're reaching a tipping point maybe, and I think the monarchy are so popular because they are a symbol of "britishness" and tradition at a time when what it means to be British is changing fast. The monarchy has always been a part f what it means to be English and are an integral part of our national identity. Our traditions and our history are what have kept us strong as a country for centuries and I hope they continue to do so.
<3
Monday, 8 July 2013
A Quick Update
Hello lovelies!
My goodness, it's been a while since I last updated! I've got a few half done blog posts that I've been meaning to finish and publish for a while... Life just always seems to get in the way!
I'm back in Canada now for the rest of the summer, back to reality and work. I was a little all over the place since I got back, as my nana came with me for a little visit and to attend my graduation ceremony. YES!... that's right pals! Finally, after close to five years at university here, I am DONE! The last year of my undergrad was pretty hard, I hit the wall... couldn't concentrate and was leaving on trips every month to see my Dad who was sick. My father passed away in December and so this last term was a bit of a write off for me, I had a hard time sitting down and doing anything and my heart and brain just weren't in it. I managed to escape it mostly unscathed though- with A-'s and B's, so much better than i had anticipated.
I got to do some nice things here too while my Nana was visiting, we went up island to Chemainus, a small town known for its many murals. We also popped over to Seattle for a few days and then to Vancouver just before she left. I've got lots of lovely pictures from those two weeks, so I'll pop them up on here in the next week or so. I was glad to get back into things though here... two months back home is actually quite unsettling. I slip very easily back into my "English life" and I always find the initial transition back into "Canada mode" really difficult for the first week. It;s like having two separate lives across the world, and its really unsettling and confusing and frustrating at times... The source of a great deal of stress. Having my nana here added to the unsettled feeling, as I was "back", but not really back and still not in a routine. After two months away and countless smaller trips within that time I was fed up of suitcases for a little while and craving a return to my routine.
So, now I'm back. I'm back at work and enjoying the summer in Victoria. It's really such a fantastic city in the summertime...and I just get to sit on my carriage in the sun, play with ponies, chat to tourists and spend my days off at the beach (all while avoiding my actual looming responsibilities of course!)... Adult life can wait till the end of summer though!
Sorry once again for the absence, I will be posting and around more now that I actually have a bit more time on my hands... So we waiting for the onslaught of all my England pictures/visits! I hope you're all keeping well! And I look forward to hearing all your little feedback and comments soon!
Love,
Shannon
My goodness, it's been a while since I last updated! I've got a few half done blog posts that I've been meaning to finish and publish for a while... Life just always seems to get in the way!
I'm back in Canada now for the rest of the summer, back to reality and work. I was a little all over the place since I got back, as my nana came with me for a little visit and to attend my graduation ceremony. YES!... that's right pals! Finally, after close to five years at university here, I am DONE! The last year of my undergrad was pretty hard, I hit the wall... couldn't concentrate and was leaving on trips every month to see my Dad who was sick. My father passed away in December and so this last term was a bit of a write off for me, I had a hard time sitting down and doing anything and my heart and brain just weren't in it. I managed to escape it mostly unscathed though- with A-'s and B's, so much better than i had anticipated.
I got to do some nice things here too while my Nana was visiting, we went up island to Chemainus, a small town known for its many murals. We also popped over to Seattle for a few days and then to Vancouver just before she left. I've got lots of lovely pictures from those two weeks, so I'll pop them up on here in the next week or so. I was glad to get back into things though here... two months back home is actually quite unsettling. I slip very easily back into my "English life" and I always find the initial transition back into "Canada mode" really difficult for the first week. It;s like having two separate lives across the world, and its really unsettling and confusing and frustrating at times... The source of a great deal of stress. Having my nana here added to the unsettled feeling, as I was "back", but not really back and still not in a routine. After two months away and countless smaller trips within that time I was fed up of suitcases for a little while and craving a return to my routine.
So, now I'm back. I'm back at work and enjoying the summer in Victoria. It's really such a fantastic city in the summertime...and I just get to sit on my carriage in the sun, play with ponies, chat to tourists and spend my days off at the beach (all while avoiding my actual looming responsibilities of course!)... Adult life can wait till the end of summer though!
Sorry once again for the absence, I will be posting and around more now that I actually have a bit more time on my hands... So we waiting for the onslaught of all my England pictures/visits! I hope you're all keeping well! And I look forward to hearing all your little feedback and comments soon!
Love,
Shannon
Saturday, 25 May 2013
Goodnight Internet Friends
Oh hello lovely humans,
I just thought I'd pop this up... I'm rubbish at the internet ;) ....
If it doesn't work, you can click on this link instead: http://youtu.be/v1UPZda3bko
I just thought I'd pop this up... I'm rubbish at the internet ;) ....
If it doesn't work, you can click on this link instead: http://youtu.be/v1UPZda3bko
Ramsbottom's 1940's War Weekend
Saturday 25th May, 2013
Greetings friends, I hope you're all well!
The weather is absolutely glorious here today, brilliant sunshine and 15 degrees. Now I know that's not technically "glorious" weather by a lot of people's standards... but we're a little bit deprived of sunshine in this country- so I'll take it! 15 degrees is about 59 in Fahrenheit for all you Yanks... (I had to google that, I've no idea how to convert it!). Everyone's out in their shorts, sandals and dresses like we're in Spain. It's a little ridiculous actually! :)
Of course I had to make the most of the two days of sun before it starts raining again. It's a bank holiday this weekend (that's a long weekend to my American friends), so everyone here has Monday off. There's quite a few events all over the country and our region, but one of my favourites to attend is the 1940's War Weekend in Ramsbottom. For the past couple of years I've missed it, as I'm usually in Canada in May/June and come to England later in the summer. Finally I'm here early enough for it, but sadly I left all of my vintage forties clothes in Canada and so couldn't dress up for it. I'm a massive fan of the forties, I have been since I was in my teens. I love the style and fashion of the era and I love any opportunity to have forties themed events and dress up!... much to the dismay of my friends and boyfriend who I make dress up too!
This is my birthday the year before last, my friends and boyfriend dressed up with me!
This was taken at the tea party I threw for the Queen's Jubilee last summer
and a little 1940's photoshoot I did... I never miss an opportunity to dress up... as anything! I'm like a child! :) I just get too excited!!!
There's quite a few events like this going on across the region, Howarth where I was earlier in the month, had their War Weekend last weekend and I know there was a big event in Liverpool today too, celebrating the anniversary of the Battle of the Atlantic, with military vessels in the harbour and everyone dressed up. This one has a war time band and singer, tea dances everyday and a steam engine ride.... I like the one in Ramsbottom though since it's just down the road from where I'm from and takes half an hour on the bus. Rammy itself is really cute- if you keep up to date with my instagram I posted a couple of photos from my house hunting expedition a week or two ago. Those were taken in Rammy, just up the hill from the town centre where I was viewing houses. It's a lovely little town, and has maintained a lot of its old world charm. It's just north of my town of Bury and is an old mill town (Cotton mills) that sits in the hills. In my area most of the houses are built of the typical red brick, but I love the stone houses in Ramsbottom- typical mill town look and is really cute. It has numerous events throughout the summer, including a pie festival, chocolate festival and a black pudding throwing festival. Black pudding is a sausage made with pigs blood, my town of Bury is famous for it (google Bury Black pudding).
This is Bridge Street, the main street in Rammy. It was really hectic today with the war weekend and the sunshine! All of the shops and cafes had union flag bunting hanging outside and they had all done their window displays in a forties theme. There were also a number of war era jeeps driving around, these people are enthusiasts and do the forties era events across the whole country.
A bit of patriotism in the cafe! :)
Forties themed window displays in the shops
I really loved this sign outside of the pub. "Husband Day Care Centre" Need to relax? Want to go shopping? Need time to yourself? Leave your husband with us. You only pay for food and drinks
As you walk down the main street, at the bottom there is a church (just on the left of this picture next to the jeeps) and then a little further at the end is the steam train station. Ramsbottom is famous for the old vintage steam train that still runs. You can do afternoon tea on the train between Bury and Ramsbottom and they also do murder mystery events onboard- so cute!
Here's a lovely policeman stopping all the traffic so we can waddle across.
A group of American jeeps sit outside the church, with people dressed as American and British soldiers
In front of the church were stalls selling crafts and vintage clothing as well as tents with information and objects from world war II
Lots of people out enjoying the sunshine, to the far left of the picture down the road is where the steam engine station is
There was union flag bunting everywhere!
Men dressed as soldiers on the train platform having a little chat
There were a lot of people in costume, made me so sad I didn't have my usual garb on! They looked wonderful, especially the women! Just so glam! Here's a few of my favourites ....
Look at this fella looking so dapper in his suit! Looks like an American gangster!
This lovely lady is rocking the spots and fur!
This cute couple were posing for romantic photos by the train
This couple and their child were one of my favourites. I just thought she looked so beautiful
Here she is again, isn't she so glam! what a cute little family
A couple stroll across the road looking so cute
A post box with the police station in the background
I hoped you enjoyed the pictures friends....It's about half one in the morning here. So time for bed I think.
Goodnight
Love,
Shannon xx
Greetings friends, I hope you're all well!
The weather is absolutely glorious here today, brilliant sunshine and 15 degrees. Now I know that's not technically "glorious" weather by a lot of people's standards... but we're a little bit deprived of sunshine in this country- so I'll take it! 15 degrees is about 59 in Fahrenheit for all you Yanks... (I had to google that, I've no idea how to convert it!). Everyone's out in their shorts, sandals and dresses like we're in Spain. It's a little ridiculous actually! :)
Of course I had to make the most of the two days of sun before it starts raining again. It's a bank holiday this weekend (that's a long weekend to my American friends), so everyone here has Monday off. There's quite a few events all over the country and our region, but one of my favourites to attend is the 1940's War Weekend in Ramsbottom. For the past couple of years I've missed it, as I'm usually in Canada in May/June and come to England later in the summer. Finally I'm here early enough for it, but sadly I left all of my vintage forties clothes in Canada and so couldn't dress up for it. I'm a massive fan of the forties, I have been since I was in my teens. I love the style and fashion of the era and I love any opportunity to have forties themed events and dress up!... much to the dismay of my friends and boyfriend who I make dress up too!
This is my birthday the year before last, my friends and boyfriend dressed up with me!
This was taken at the tea party I threw for the Queen's Jubilee last summer
and a little 1940's photoshoot I did... I never miss an opportunity to dress up... as anything! I'm like a child! :) I just get too excited!!!
There's quite a few events like this going on across the region, Howarth where I was earlier in the month, had their War Weekend last weekend and I know there was a big event in Liverpool today too, celebrating the anniversary of the Battle of the Atlantic, with military vessels in the harbour and everyone dressed up. This one has a war time band and singer, tea dances everyday and a steam engine ride.... I like the one in Ramsbottom though since it's just down the road from where I'm from and takes half an hour on the bus. Rammy itself is really cute- if you keep up to date with my instagram I posted a couple of photos from my house hunting expedition a week or two ago. Those were taken in Rammy, just up the hill from the town centre where I was viewing houses. It's a lovely little town, and has maintained a lot of its old world charm. It's just north of my town of Bury and is an old mill town (Cotton mills) that sits in the hills. In my area most of the houses are built of the typical red brick, but I love the stone houses in Ramsbottom- typical mill town look and is really cute. It has numerous events throughout the summer, including a pie festival, chocolate festival and a black pudding throwing festival. Black pudding is a sausage made with pigs blood, my town of Bury is famous for it (google Bury Black pudding).
This is Bridge Street, the main street in Rammy. It was really hectic today with the war weekend and the sunshine! All of the shops and cafes had union flag bunting hanging outside and they had all done their window displays in a forties theme. There were also a number of war era jeeps driving around, these people are enthusiasts and do the forties era events across the whole country.
A bit of patriotism in the cafe! :)
Forties themed window displays in the shops
I really loved this sign outside of the pub. "Husband Day Care Centre" Need to relax? Want to go shopping? Need time to yourself? Leave your husband with us. You only pay for food and drinks
As you walk down the main street, at the bottom there is a church (just on the left of this picture next to the jeeps) and then a little further at the end is the steam train station. Ramsbottom is famous for the old vintage steam train that still runs. You can do afternoon tea on the train between Bury and Ramsbottom and they also do murder mystery events onboard- so cute!
Here's a lovely policeman stopping all the traffic so we can waddle across.
A group of American jeeps sit outside the church, with people dressed as American and British soldiers
In front of the church were stalls selling crafts and vintage clothing as well as tents with information and objects from world war II
Lots of people out enjoying the sunshine, to the far left of the picture down the road is where the steam engine station is
There was union flag bunting everywhere!
Men dressed as soldiers on the train platform having a little chat
There were a lot of people in costume, made me so sad I didn't have my usual garb on! They looked wonderful, especially the women! Just so glam! Here's a few of my favourites ....
Look at this fella looking so dapper in his suit! Looks like an American gangster!
This lovely lady is rocking the spots and fur!
This cute couple were posing for romantic photos by the train
This couple and their child were one of my favourites. I just thought she looked so beautiful
Here she is again, isn't she so glam! what a cute little family
Cute couple looking all fancy! ... I'm loving all the hats... I think we need to have a movement to bring back hats for every day wear!
I just loved this little group having a chat, looks like a mothers meeting! so adorable
Fancy hats
Handsome dudes in their army uniform
This lot look so cute, instagramming?
A group in costume strolling across the main road. I like this shot, even though the sun was a bit bright making it cloudy, I like that you can see the hills in the background
This guy spotted me trying to sneak his picture...
and decided to play his trombone for me!
Don't they all look just great! ... There's another one in October, so I'm hoping to attend that and be able to don my vintage garb for it!!! ... I'll leave you with a couple of shots from the day....
Jeeps with the hills in the background
The main street with the lovely countryside in the distance
The pretty town church
Bunting flies in the wind
A post box with the police station in the background
I hoped you enjoyed the pictures friends....It's about half one in the morning here. So time for bed I think.
Goodnight
Love,
Shannon xx
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