This morning I spent an enjoyable hour browsing old photos in search of one of Horace wearing wellies.
Last weekend Whizz and I visited Horace and Kerching in their home in Canalshire, a place with only one canal, named after its county town of Clanaster. Are you with me?
While Magicbhunkshire was an oasis of sunshine in an otherwise flooding and windy country, In Canalshire, it was ‘hissing’ down.
Undaunted, we decided to go to a local and amazing Food Festival in Clitheroe. I’m not making an anagram of this because I think you should visit next time you fancy a weekend away. Clitheroe is very pretty and the food festival was incredible. Every street was lined with stalls run by local food and drink producers, about 140 all told. Despite the torrential rain we managed to enjoy samples of caramel vodka, wine, gin, fudge, cheese and more.
Before we left there was some discussion about what footwear to put on. I had little choice having brought only trainers and sandals. Horace hoped she wouldn’t have to walk all day in wellies but in the end, decided they were a necessary evil.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs she dipped her toe into the top of a boot, not looking at what she was doing because she was talking to me.
‘Erm,’ I said, ‘You’re putting your wellies on the wrong feet.’
I didn’t think I would still have to help my 30-year-old daughter get her footwear the right way round.