It’s been the first Mother’s Day without my mum. Actually I should say Mothering Sunday because she was very strict about using the correct term and we were always reminded about the origin of the day - when young people in service were allowed to visit their mothers. Most of mum’s ancestors worked in cotton mills so it wouldn’t apply to them but there were aunties in service - good job things have changed.
My dad took this photo of course - I think it would be Sidmouth or maybe Bournemouth and it must have taken them ages to drive down there though they talked about those holidays a lot so it was worth it! All the dresses were home made by my mum. I didn’t have sunglasses because I famously broke my pair before we’d even left the shop!
Weather: beautiful morning, rubbish afternoon
Covid: huge vaccination numbers
Good thing: Hotel Chocolat parcel courtesy of Rachel (Adam’s offering delayed in the post!)
A priceless photo to commemorate Mothering Sunday. May the wonderful memories be a comfort. And may you enjoy every delicious morsel of your well deserved chocolate!
