Getting On With It
Recently I was talking to my mother-in-law and she was telling me about how much she likes the fact that the English just get on with it no matter what the weather. She described a scene of people having tea at picnic tables in the rain with delight in her voice. “It was raining, but they were having a good time,” she said.
The weather here is such that if people didn’t just get on with it they’d never get anything done. Did you see the pageant for the Jubilee? It was blowing a gale and the rain was coming down. People were wet and cold, but they certainly did get on with it.
We witnessed a prime example of getting on with it at the Burton Agnes Jazz Festival this past weekend. It rained down buckets. The entire drive to the festival I kept asking my husband if the gig was outside. Of course he didn’t know. He never looks at details about gigs beyond where it is and whether or not he can wear jeans.
When we arrived at the hotel it had finally stopped raining. The festival the grounds were wet and muddy. Being the astute forward thinker that I am, I wore my most porous shoes. I just love the feeling of cold, wet, slightly muddy socks.
People were setting up there tents and blowing up air mattresses. I wasn’t sure if the air mattresses were for sleeping or to prevent drowning. I was just about to ask somewhere for a life jacket when the sun finally made its appearance.
My husband was so pleased by the muddiness of the backstage tent that he made me take pictures of him in it.
The tarp on the ground was just about as porous as my shoes so the mud came up through it.
Besides it being colder than any evening in July should be, it was a nice evening. I even forgot about my wet feet.
