A grand weekend, part 1

I do love it when reality exceeds expectation, and this weekend was one of those occasions.

We'd always planned to have this weekend watching my beloved Saracens (to celebrate my umpty-tumptieth birthday) but had anticipated the match being on Saturday so going up, watching game, having a meal and coming home Sunday morning. The match, however, got scheduled for the Sunday afternoon, so we had to rejiggle the weekend. Mr C, who has great ideas, suggested we go to RAF Hendon museum on Saturday morning, which we did. It was blooming brilliant. Loads of planes, great display about the RAF in WWI (including the role of women).





As it was such a lovely day, youngest daughter suggested we go to Highgate cemetery and see Karl Marx - along with other luminaries. Old Karl does nothing for me, but I was moved to see the graves of both Douglas Adams and the lovely Sheila Gish. Amused by this tribute, too.



Topped it all by Mr C having the winner in the Grand National!

Part 2 to follow, which includes a bonus JL Merrow.