What says Mothering Sunday more than dressing as one of Simon de Montfort’s knights at the Battle of Evesham (August 4, 1265)? Exactly.
We were back at Jewry Wall Museum on Sunday to join in the 50th birthday celebrations. There were demonstrations, from Leicester’s many different periods, my daughter had a medieval woad tattoo, there was an enormous food stall where you could taste what our ancestors once ate (Thankfully they ate Colston Bassett blue), there were owls, who looked bored, and lots of really well-informed volunteers. And one chap, dressed as a late Roman soldier, who wished I would eff right off. You’ll see him in the pictorial melee below. Looking supernaturally mardy.
Leaving gift from the Leicester Mercury. An advert for the viewing of man mountain Daniel Lambert in Leicester’s Market Place back in the autumn of 1807.
The Font in Deacon Street, near the Leicester Royal Infirmary, does the best Sunday lunch in the city. Great choice of beer too. Could we get in on Mothering Sunday? Not a chance. Thanks heavens for Istanbul in Narborough Road. In the not too distant future there will be a compilation of places to visit and where to eat, should you be in this neck of the woods.
Owls. Bored. More bored than you’d imagine possible. The kestrel was listless also.
Just look at this guy’s face. You’d have thought I’d given him his swab results.
Ladies in Leicester at the turn of the 20th century looking healthy, happy and elegantly turned out. Regrettably, the photograph, which is actually a postcard, does not carry any information other than the name of the photographer’s studio. I wonder who they were and what the occasion was – I’ve got to say they all look quite sporty.
This was taken during a kids’ comedy show at Dave’s Leicester Comedy Festival, the UK’s longest running comedy festival. It was The Further Adventures of Shirley at Attenborough Arts Centre. In the foreground is my lovely friend Sangita.
A portrait of mummy by my son, age four. Given to me on Mothering Sunday.
The chairman of the Western Park Beer Festival committee samples the last surviving brew of a long since swallowed set. Witness the tingly joy.
Great venue. Surprisingly huge.
Mountsorrel War Memorial. I was impressed to find use of the word “lounging”. Could there be another memorial in England which utilises this word? It’s doubtful.
Inside Newfoundpool WMC on a charity comedy night raising money for a women’s refuge.
Food photography is quite an art. Which I know nothing of, as you can tell. This delicious meal was served at Leicestershire’s finest fish and chip restaurant (Although Chris’s in Earl Shilton is the one to beat, allegedly). This is the Time and Plaice in Rothley. Where fish and chips arrive with pickled onions and gherkins, good quality buttered brown and white bread, and a pot of tea. Which makes me sound older than I am.
Another posh sandcastle in Jubilee Square.
Elegant Art Deco staircase in Hannam House in Charles Street, Leicester city centre.