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Sunday, the final day of the show, dawned
with blue sky, white fluffy clouds and a gentle breeze. It was to be a
glorious last day on what would probably be our last event of 2021. The
morning convoy was delayed slightly to 10:30am, to allow more public in
through the doors to see it. Almost all the vehicles went out on parade,
stretching towards 3/4 mile at times. |
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We followed the usual route from the show field, around the edge of town, past the tram depot and down through the pit village to the colliery. From there, back up the pit village bank, around the site road passed the tram sheds, on passed the main entrance, down the hill by the wagonway and up the slight incline to the town. After the convoy, Lynne, the girls and I headed out on another photoshoot. Lynne waited with the Jeep while the rest of us went to the station. |
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We stopped on the foot bridge over the tracks for some pictures and then moved on to the platform. With them both in their 1940's dresses, luggage and gas mask boxes, I wanted some evacuee pictures of them waiting for a train. Due to covid, there were no passenger trains running this year, so we made do with just the platform and tracks as a backdrop. After the pictures, Lynne took us on a drive and we dropped the girls off in town, catching a few other vehicles passing while there. |
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During the weekend, the girls has been eyeing up the US halftrack. They happened to meet the crew in the bakery while in town and were offered a ride. This happened early afternoon and they got several trips around the site sitting up in the gun ring, holding on to the Browning .50 cal. |
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They were still on the halftrack when the second big convoy of the day set off at 13:00 hours, tagging on to the back for another circuit. |
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I got my own chance of a ride later in the afternoon, which was quite an experience. The noise and dust, the sense of protection 'though the armour was thin, but the realisation of how difficult it would be to escape if attacked. All too soon, it was heading towards the end of the day and the job of dismantling the camp began. We got home in daylight, but were still putting the last things away in the dark. It had been great to be back at Beamish, but the four days was over all too soon. |
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