This is my response to this week’s Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we are asked:
What Christmas tradition do you wish had lasted?
I’m reminded of a post I made two years ago today.
We had a houseful but I was the first one up, and enjoying the peace and quiet. I had not long been using WordPress, had seen Fandango’s One Word prompt – you know those daily limericks I write now? – whizz past each day but never participated, so that day, with some time to kill, was a first.
There we go. There’s my answer. Frost Fairs. That’s what I wish we still had.
If you can’t be bothered reading the post, I don’t blame you. It’s Christmas. I’m bleating about how the weather was not one bit seasonal. It’s still dark outside but, at 7C (43F) out there today, if you woke up to the strains of Bing Crosby, if you’re dreaming of a white christmas… dream on!
I talk about Frost Fairs, which were fairs(!) held when the Thames up in central London froze solid. Solid enough to do things. Not just traditional winter sports like skating and sledging, for example, but coach and horse races, even.
As it was, they never happened regularly anyway, only about once every ten years, the Thames is still tidal in London.
But the Frost Fair of 1814 – suspiciously after we’d learned to pollute the atmosphere about fifty years – was the last. An early sign of how we were starting to change our climate, perhaps?