Monday, 15 November 2010

Autumn Mist

I left home this morning in thick freezing fog and five minutes later I was on the by-pass where the fog was no more than autumn mist.

It was breathtaking with the mist shrouding the fields and the sun gleaming on the golden leaves and the sails of the windmill poking up in the distance.

On the radio Chris Evans was talking about The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists which is one of my favourite books and I was suddenly awash with good feelings! Perhaps because thinking about that book reminded me that however bad things may seem, compared to the way things were when it was written, we’re not so badly off these days.

Well, not yet anyway.

By the time I got down to the quay five minutes later the sun was shining and the sea was as blue as the sky and as flat as glass. Rooftops were white with frost and I came round the corner to park in my normal place only to find Road Closed signs.

Oh well, back down to earth.

I’ve been inspired by Martin over at Square Sunshine to look into the bag of postcards we found when we cleared out the garage in the summer.

I’ve put my hand in and picked one out. The people on this postcard look a bit glum. The year is 1971, the place is the reception hall at Bognor Regis Butlin's and the postcard cost 3 pence to post. I don’t remember the 1970s looking like that!

What is often more interesting than the pictures is the writing on the back . . . just who were Dick and Elsie that’s what I’d like to know!


  1. Those people do look glum, you're right - I hope Dick and Elsie had more fun than them. Was the card produced by Butlins? It doesn't seem a very good advert.

  2. I think Dick and Elsie (and friends) were at Heathrow being told that their plane had been delayed for the fourth time.

  3. I can't tell, Patsy - I think it may have been. From what they'd written, they were having a wonderful time.

    Well they do look as if they've been given bad news, Frances.

    I just wonder who those people are - staff or campers and what are they waiting for?