Hi Stu, Steve and all.
Heaven forbid, Stu. The thoughts of you prancing around Stonehenge at mid summer with flowers in your 'at, the mind boggles!
It is strange as Steve says, that on the day that is supposed to commemorate a bloke being nailed to a cross they call it GOOD!
I will admit that as a kid I didn't look forward to it much as my
Mother used to make me get up very early and ride my bike down to the
local bakers to collect hot cross buns. Never did like getting up early!
The only consolation was the eating of the buns.
I remember that as a child of about five or six I was given an
large sugar Easter egg which was elaborately decorated with icing. It
had a hole about an inch in diam in one end which was sealed with a
piece of celluloid to form a small window. As the 'shell' was made of
sugar light could pass through enabling one to observe the contents of
the egg through the window. Inside there was a diarama composed of an
icing landscape with paper figures.
My mother decided that this small masterpiece was far too good to
eat so it was 'Put away' after Easter and brought out every year
thereafter, a bit like Christmas trimmings. It lasted at least ten years
to my knowledge, but I'm not sure exactly what happened to it in the
end.
There's nowt so strange as folk!
Have fun.
Sticky.