The End Of The Pier Show

This week, we have been hosting a Holiday At Home at the church for the OAPs – “Kirby Muxloe By The Sea” [we are about as far as you can get from the sea here in the middle of Leicestershire, but never mind] Brian and his crew did a sterling job. Bob was involved with epilogues and technical expertise – but I said I wasn’t going to help, I would put all my energies into Holiday Club this summer.

The final event was The End Of The Pier Show, and I went down to see it. They were splendid – monologues, sketches, community singing – and an epilogue dfrom the Pastor. All good stuff. The holidaymakers told me what a great week they’d enjoyed – an outing to Rutland Water [sailing on the Rutland Belle] great food,good activities

Who needs Gene Kelly, when you have John K singing in the rain, alongside his friend Bob M.? [who then donned lederhosen, and became The Happy Wanderer]

Everyone had a wonderful time – singing by The Promenaders, and music from Janet on keyboard, assisted by teenagers Sarah and Emma [S has just got a set of stunningly good GCSE results too!]

As well as being entertained, the holiday makers got to make their own holiday souvenirs [it is just like a Grown Up Holiday Club!] This included being photographed through a novelty frame, and having a memento to keep.

Here is Brian with his wife Hilary. The other frame was of a bikini clad lady – but I will not embarrass my friend C by posting her picture! [she is much slimmer than the lady]

Thank you Brian and co for such an excellent programme.

Finally, a few remaining pictures of our holiday. Last Sunday, after Marion, Bob and I had been to church, we all went to a Jazz Event at the Garden Centre where Lucy works

Here’s the family on the grass…

I was amused by this

…but Lucy tells me that the lady sitting on the “Please Do Not Sit On the Balustrades” sign is in fact the owner of the Garden Centre!

It was a glorious afternoon, and the jazz finished around 3pm so we drove on up to Salthouse Beach. It was all very spur-of-the-moment stuff. Mark and Jon decided to strip off to their underwear and have a swim [ pictures taken on Bob’s old phone so not best quality, sorry]

They swam quite a way – and mocked us for our cowardice!

Marion walked Poppy and Pippin, her two new puppies, along the beach [they are Patterdale crossbreeds she tells me]

But what’s this? Look Pippin, over there!

It seems to be two women wearing just their underwear, shrieking about the temperature of the water

Yes, Liz and I decided we would brave the waves too. But we are not as intrepid as the boys, and only paddled about, with much squealing. [I’m on the right of the picture, in case you were wondering]

I’m not going to be one of those old ladies who sits in her armchair and says “I wish I had done that when I had the chance” – the sea was there so I went in! It was the last day of my holiday, after all.

But next year, I shall take a proper cossie with me, and also ensure that we don’t all have to share one towel [and that was the one Marion had in the boot for the dogs – but at least we got first use]