May Bank Holiday
May. 7th, 2024 07:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo Come lasses and lads, take leave of your dads
And away to the maypole hie....
Yes, that's what I want to see on a May bank holiday: Maypole dancing.
Happy shepherds with ribbons round their hats, nimble maidens in white dresses with garlands of flowers binding their hair- what a pretty picture!
But if there had been a maypole set up in Prince's Park- as there wasn't, I would have watched the dancing for five minutes and gone, "Well that was interesting, now lets do something else...."
Had I ever worked in an office I might pay more attention to bank holidays. As it is, they creep up and surprise me, and I experience them mainly as days on which the shops are shut....
Yesterday, as so often happens with holidays, it rained. Wendy and Mary came over and we took them out to lunch at the Perch (which I always want to call the Edge) in Princes Park. The Perch is a happy, noisy venue on the edge of the boating lake (which may be why I want to change its name) and full yesterday of babies and dogs. The food ain't bad. I'm sure the first time we went there they had Harvey's on draught but perhaps I'm romancing. Anyway, now it's all bottled continental beers. This isn't a complaint. I'm happy drinking Peroni. I maintain that after the first mouthful any beer is just beer and could be any beer on the planet. I'm a real ale man out of sentiment, not because I greatly prefer the taste.....
Mary wanted two cakes for her pudding and ate a little of each of them. "They're eggy," she said.....
And away to the maypole hie....
Yes, that's what I want to see on a May bank holiday: Maypole dancing.
Happy shepherds with ribbons round their hats, nimble maidens in white dresses with garlands of flowers binding their hair- what a pretty picture!
But if there had been a maypole set up in Prince's Park- as there wasn't, I would have watched the dancing for five minutes and gone, "Well that was interesting, now lets do something else...."
Had I ever worked in an office I might pay more attention to bank holidays. As it is, they creep up and surprise me, and I experience them mainly as days on which the shops are shut....
Yesterday, as so often happens with holidays, it rained. Wendy and Mary came over and we took them out to lunch at the Perch (which I always want to call the Edge) in Princes Park. The Perch is a happy, noisy venue on the edge of the boating lake (which may be why I want to change its name) and full yesterday of babies and dogs. The food ain't bad. I'm sure the first time we went there they had Harvey's on draught but perhaps I'm romancing. Anyway, now it's all bottled continental beers. This isn't a complaint. I'm happy drinking Peroni. I maintain that after the first mouthful any beer is just beer and could be any beer on the planet. I'm a real ale man out of sentiment, not because I greatly prefer the taste.....
Mary wanted two cakes for her pudding and ate a little of each of them. "They're eggy," she said.....
