We have just got back from a relaxing week away in Sherwood Forest.
Plenty of walking, watching movies and the Winter Olympics, and visiting a few places that we have never been before. We are lucky that Sherwood is only 45 minutes from home, so no arduous journeys! A friend who has driven to Austria for a skiing holiday took over 20 hours to get there!!
Last Saturday, we took the boys back to Hull and Beverley to visit their birthplaces. Sam was born in Beverley and Ben in Cottingham, and we lived in Hull. Ben was under the weather, and the weather was awful, so we drove up in the afternoon rather than make a day of it.
First stop was the Humber Bridge, where the wind was howling down the river. Here is a view of the bridge from Hessle Foreshore.
The bridge is the source of an old family tradition.
When Sam was 2 or 3 years old he saw the red lights on the bridge towers around Christmas time and pronounced, "Its Rudolph!" Not long after we moved to the East Midlands, and for many Christmases to follow, I would take the boys out in the car on Christmas Eve looking for Rudolph's nose in the sky. When they spotted it, it was time to rush home and to bed, because they knew that Father Christmas was near!!
What a charming story. I read it to Linda and we both think it is just wonderful. One of the best things about 365 is learning about the people and their traditions. The bridge and clouds come together as a fine B&W.
What a shame they have to grow up and Rudolph doesn't hold the same magic!