Joyous Jubilee

Better late than never!  Congratulations, Your Majesty.  What a wonderful woman she is, an inspiration to us all, 60 years is such an achievement, 6o years of dignity and wisdom,  it was super to see the wonderful tributes made to her over the Jubilee weekend.  Thanks also to those of you, especially from overseas, who emailed special words of praise for our Queen whilst buying up oodles of bunting and brooches!


Is it just me or does that glorious four-day holiday seem long gone?  Ah well, we have our memories.  We headed out of London and off to our little pad in the West Country.  The weather was mixed but overall, so much better than the poor revellers here in London experienced.  Other than spending far tooo much time sitting down watching the fabulous pageants on telly, the focus of the celebrations for us was the village street party on Monday.  And how very very lucky we were.  The sun shone, it really was amazing!


We got into the spirit and hung out the bunting on our own cottage.

Homes around our already very beautiful village were looking super.  Pots were planted in red, white and blue...

Flags and bunting were out in force.

The new owners of "The Big House" threw open the front gates and all the children went onto the lawns to play which was a really nice sight to see.

The main street was closed for the day to allow for the street party.  Yipee!

First, there were games for both young and old up on the field.  Some people can be so silly.

After the games, all the children who had dressed up formed a procession to the main street for judging.  A marvellous sight awaited us.  Tables and chairs had been brought and folks were getting on with celebrations.

Time for a little vintage styling, me thinks.  Lots of people stopped by to kindly exclaim in delight at the old fashioned memorabilia we'd collected: a tablecloth from the Coronation in 1953, a tin with the faces of both The Queen and Prince Philip, flags, tea cosy, book and so on.  To me, it was all quite standard, of course!

The Munchkin was even more of a draw, when he walked through the street in the costume I made for him, bringing my jubilee trifle!

Mr HenHouse was in charge of refreshments.  That wasn't meant to be just drinking them.

I played mum, of course.  Eat your heart out, Ma Larkin!  

Everyone was having a jolly time, young...

...and old!

Yes indeed, there was dancing in the street.  We began with a lovely old organ, so atmospheric... 

...before the disco began!  Everyone was in a good mood to party and the sun shone, an unbeatable combination in good ole' England.

All in all, it was a wonderful weekend.  I hope all of you who celebrated had a smashing time, too.  Here's to the next ten years, Your Majesty.