The last day of June has been glorious.
We nipped down to Harwich to see the 1953 flood exhibition in the Guildhall. It was very interesting and looking at the old photos and newspaper reports was incredibly moving. I’ve blogged before about what happened to my own family in the flood here.
If you're down that way, the exhibition will be open again next weekend 6th/7th July between 2.30 and 4.30 pm and it's free to go in.
Wish I’d taken a photo of the lovely ladies in their 1950s dresses! You’ll have to take my word for it how pretty they all looked.
Passed the fish and chip shop afterwards and….
Well you’ve got to haven’t you? And we sat on the seafront to eat them.
And had a look at the piano on the beach.
Now call me old fashioned, but when I heard they’d put a piano on the beach to be left at the mercy of the elements I was appalled. I thought it was an awful idea. Musical instruments should be cherished and cared for, but…
There was something rather nice about sitting down there watching the boats in the sunshine while someone played the piano on the beach.
And while we were sitting there, a Spitfire flew right over us. If my fingers hadn't been so greasy I'd have taken a photo, but by the time I'd wiped them clean, it had gone.