Friday 8th of May dawned bright and just kept on getting brighter – what wonderful weather for celebrating the 75th anniversary of the end of the war in Europe. That afternoon, having honed their social distancing skills over the previous six or seven weeks (longer for some), the people of Great Wishford arranged chairs, tables and refreshments in the shade of umbrellas or trees, to raise a glass or mug to those who lost their lives and all who fought in the 2nd World War. Daphne had made a cake, each slice with a flag in icing on it – and bagged-up slices were left on the doorsteps of a number of Wishford neighbours.
There was an abundance of bunting and balloons, cheery chatter at a distance across garden walls, and a cautious conviviality among families and neighbours. Wearing a dress that my Land Army mum had made in the late 40s or early 50s, I walked round the village, hearing about forbears who had served during the war and admiring framed pictures of uniformed parents and grandparents. On the church gate were the stories, researched by Sarah, of the two villagers who lost their lives in World War Two, Stanley George Crouch and Reginald James White.
The Queen was spot on when she said in her speech: “Our streets are not empty. They are filled with the love and the care that we have for each other”. It certainly felt that way on the 8th of May. Y.A.
All these photos are of members of the same household and/or people meeting the social distancing requirements at the time.