There are friends and there are friends.
Facebook makes it seem as if ‘friendship’ is as simple as clicking on a name and – that’s that! Friends for life- or at least until another click ‘unfriends’ someone.
I’m happy to see my Facebook friends making comments or liking a post and some of them are real friends - friends in the outside world, people I’ve met in person – or through long correspondence or emails. People who might be separated sometimes by life taking them many thousands of miles away but who, when you meet up again, fit like a comfortable sock, falling straight back into place in your life and reminding you of just how much you missed them.
We spent this weekend with friends like that - their life has often taken them miles away, to different countries, different experiences, but just recently they came back to live in UK – just down the road in fact (well, in contrast to past times!). Close enough for us to go and visit easily – and hopefully much more often.
So this weekend I was able to fulfil a l-o-n-g held promise to show my friend around Haworth and to visit the Bronte Parsonage Museum together. It was a slightly unusual trip to Haworth for two reasons – one that the sun was shining so ‘Wuthering Heights’ it was not! And two, we hadn’t realised that we’d be sharing our latest reunion with the crowds who had come to enjoy the annual Haworth 1940s weekend. So the narrow Main Street, the park behind the Parsonage and every one of the cafés were crowded with soldiers in uniform, land girls, RAF officers – and the general public dressed up to the nines in costumes that ranged in accuracy from downright perfect to a passing nod to the idea of 40’s fashion. Great fun – if a little wearing as you tried to make your way anywhere in the bustling crowds.
The highlight for us – and I’m sure for many people there – was the flypast of the Spitfire plane, circling low enough over the street to be seen clearly.
After that we all went back to our friends’ new home for the evening sharing in the - er ‘delights’ of the Eurovision song contest ( you need to be friends to do that!) There was also an extra surprise for me - extending my birthday celebrations with the most magnificent cake I have ever been served. Blending my birthday with the 90th celebrations of HM The Queen, Keef had created the Imperial State Crown of a cake decorated with incredible accuracy (we’d been looking at a replica of the actual crown only that afternoon.)
But the actual crown couldn’t have tasted as delicious as this light fruit cake version. It was wonderful (well it should be when created by the Cook himself from Keef Cooks )– if something of a challenge! The cake itself weighed a ton. We could only manage a smallish portion each – and the rest of the cake will need to be shared amongst friends who I’m sure will enjoy it every bit as much as we did.
But at least we managed to walk off some of the calories the next morning when we went down to Rodley Nature Reserve where as well as the delights of watching a proud mother sw
A fabulous weekend - I send special thanks to my friends - and the great thing is that now they live so much closer, we can repeat this again pretty soon.