St George's Day

This morning Cc and I went to town and found the streets gay with flags. I couldn’t help but think that one’s spirit was lifted by the atmosphere and you felt you wanted to celebrate, well, something.

I took the opportunity to photograph the flag flying at the local church, thus settling what my blip for the day would be, and we started of with a coffee before beginning the shopping for the week. A leisurely hour was spent on lunch and we then went window shopping to use up time before my hair appointment.

I had thought that might be the end of my outing but we arrived in Askham, where my husband’s ancestor had settled when arriving from Garforth at York. So we paid a visit to the two churches where his children had been baptised. George and the dragon were there so that solved a problem for Cc.

The garlands round the town had produced a flood of national pride and a feeling that we don’t really do justice to our country’s achievements – this is a great country – look at the numbers wanting to become it’s residents.