Wolds Diary: Cakes, ties and talks as the British public have their say

The public took it upon themselves to vote the way they wanted, writes Sue.
The public took it upon themselves to vote the way they wanted, writes Sue.
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IT HAS certainly been an interesting week for me. With the election looming I needed to get as many leaflets out as I could.

I have walked miles, as well as the walks with the dogs. I have also been startled and saddened at the behaviour of some people, who think that their political party or beliefs are the only ones anyone should have and treat those who do not share them with contempt.

The vast majority of people are civil and I have met some lovely people who have been pleasant even if their political ideals do not match mine.

I attended the count of the county council elections at Driffield Leisure Centre where the county council staff were helpful and polite, and the people counting the votes were wonderful. They kept at a tedious and exacting task with a dedication that was admirable as I watched on from the sidelines.

I have also been busy giving talks this week. I had been invited back to the Yorkshire Countrywomen’s Association at Fimber, a small village approximately eight miles outside of Driffield.

I like Fimber, it is a charming and friendly little village in wonderful countryside and the village hall is a delight. The history of the village is recounted on the walls in a series of pictures and they were a wonderful audience.

The village pond is pretty and there is something rather pleasing about partridge strutting round the village green, utterly unconcerned at the presence of cars or humans.

The cakes after the talk were of the usual high standard and I was asked to judge some butterfly cakes, and had great difficulty choosing a winner. Of course to do this I had to try them all.

One lady had kindly brought me a bag of ties for my patchwork. Once home I speedily segmented, washed, and pressed the material and sorted it into the colours I needed.

People are so very kind. I have made a lot of cushion covers recently and have some more ordered, not to mention a couple of bedspreads.

The next evening I was at Holme On Spalding Moor with the Women’s Institute.

The meeting had a lot of business to discuss so very kindly they put me on immediately after the singing of Jerusalem. I heard some very fine voices in the audience and afterwards discovered several ladies who sang regularly.

More cakes arrived and I was allowed to take three small ones home and they were excellent too. At such times I meet some really interesting people and find I have much in common with a lot of them.

I left them to their business affairs and drove home at a reasonable hour and managed to take the dogs for a short walk before it got dark.

The next day was polling day. I voted early and then toured the polling stations in my ward before getting home to do some chores that had been a bit neglected.

I did some gardening, including mowing the lawn yet again. With all the rain we have had the plants, including the lawn, have all grown fast and lushly. I planted some salad vegetables and finished fencing off a vegetable patch.

I am afraid that I went to bed early and woke occasionally to see how the country had voted. As the results came in I think I was not alone in being very surprised by how wrong the predictions had been. It seems that the great British public had got rather bored of being told what was going to happen, and had taken it upon themselves to vote the way they wanted.

I am certainly grateful that this circus is not expected for another five years!

On the Friday evening I made it back from the count in time to participate in a concert, which included the Pocklington Singers, where we sang four pieces, one from the Messiah, one from Mozart’s Requiem, one from Dvorjak Mass in D major and ‘My Soul There Is A Country’ by Parry.

These four beautiful pieces certainly managed to calm my mind after the excitement of the week and, feeling far more tranquil, I went home to call it a night.