Pickering War Weekend

The title makes our weekend sound a little macabre but it was anything but. Every year Pickering (a little Yorkshire market town) hosts a war weekend where lots of people dress up in 1940s garb, there are bands, dancing and a steam train.

We went en masse, meeting up with grandma, grandad, uncles Dave and Andy, aunties Anne and Janet and cousins Adam and William. The first port of call was the train station for a ride on the steam train to the next station in Levisham (or Le Visham since for the weekend it is in occupied France!). The kids loved the train and Toby spent much of the ride with his head hanging out of the window.

When explaining why people were dressed up, thankfully Beth was satisfied with the explanation that it's what people wore a long time ago - I'm not quite sure how I would have explained WWII reasonably to a four-year-old. Neither of them were bothered by the German soldiers patrolling with their guns but Beth was extremely interested in the ladies outfits, particularly the mink fur stole scarfs complete with heads. Of course Toby was mesmerised by the VW Beetle, though I have noticed a slight decrease in his Herbie obsession recently.

We rode the train back to Pickering just in time to watch the parade. It was extremely busy and hard to see very much but we sharpened our elbows and muscled in to watch the military vehicles along with vintage cars and even a milkman and chimney sweep on their bikes.

After a picnic lunch we had a mooch about watching the dancing and listening to the various bands and entertainers. Beth loved watching a couple jive and I'm sure would have joined them with little encouragement. I'd love to go back another year and go all out with a suitable outfit but I suspect that for the next few years at least, that plan might be a bit too ambitious since at the moment I never seem to have time to browse for regular clothes! (Disclaimer: there may be a few mistakes in this since it's 3:30am and I can't sleep after being up with a vomiting Toby! [he seems fine now, hopefully it was just a one-off].)

Harvest Festival

Wow, two posts in one day! Thought I'd do a quick one before I forgot. We're not long in from the school harvest festival at the church (no such thing as separation of church and state around here!). It was a little chaotic as the whole school was performing - suppose not that many as there are only about 105 in the entire school. But then lots of parents, siblings, grandparents, pushchairs and village OAPs where also shoehorned into the church.

Toby was very excited to see Beth sat there right in the middle and kept choosing the quietest times to shout out "there's my Beth!" just in case I was in any doubt she was there. Her class performed a rendition of The Little Red Hen using actions and words. It was very good though a few of them got stage fright. The year 1/2 class sang a farm animal song and wore animal masks (that we just must replicate "right now"). The 3/4 class also sang a harvest song and the year 5/6 class spoke about farming in the village (mainly apples) then did a prayer.

We were also asked to join in some songs but Toby was having none of it and kept his hand over my mouth every time I tried to sing (probably not a bad thing as my singing is more likely to anger the gods rather than please!). It was a very relaxed afternoon and pretty enjoyable - an outcome directly related to Toby's behaviour (very good) rather than anything else. :)

Gymnastic Fantastic!

Beth has been going to a gymnastics class for about five weeks. At first she wasn't too bothered since she wasn't allowed to run madly about doing just as she pleased. However, she has now settled down and is doing really well. She can do a perfect forward roll and last night was on the high bar doing pretty good 'bowl' and 'arch' moves (swinging on the bar, keeping her legs and feet together so they swing back in an arch behind her then curve up in a bowl shape in front of her).

It does crack me up watching her (and the other little ones) try to jump onto the box using the spring as they are just too light and never quite get the coordination right. She still manages to get up - uses her 'natural' springiness!!

Anyway, at the end of last nights session she got presented with her first award - the British Gymnastics Proficiency Award, Level 8. I can't find a list of things she had to be able to do to get it but I think it is connected with body management at this level. I remember doing these when I was younger but there were only four levels then (and I only got level 4). Level 1 is stuff like splits and flips so it'll be a while yet though she is rather flexible and I don't think it would take much for her to do the splits (one slip on a wet floor might do it!). Beth was very proud of her award but will probably appreciate later ones since she wasn't actually aware that she was working towards this one.

Toby is doing great - he goes to gymnastics too but it's rather less structured and he tends to spend his time racing from one thing to another flinging himself off anything/everything. Here he is with a fish he made at pre-school.

Apple Day

Sunday it was Apple Day in our village. The weather was awful but it didn't stop most people heading down to the village hall to try some freshly pressed juice, sample a pint (or two) of cider and eat lots of apple inspired dishes.

I spent an hour running the apple bobbing game. It was most amusing to watch kids battle it out - I'm surprised that I didn't get any complaints from parents at the state their children ended up in. A couple couldn't have been wetter if they had climbed in and had a swim. I think the winning number was 36 apples out of the water and into the bucket in a minute!

In the afternoon we walked down to the apple orchard for a look around and a bit of scrumping. There were over 300 types of apple on show from the orchard - really impressive. The smell in the outbuilding (where the photo of all the apples was taken) was amazing. A lovely day - hopefully next year the sun will be shining so we can spend a bit more time outside, sitting down enjoying the food and drink rather than puddle jumping (though that was pretty fun too!).