Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

A throning, or a party by any other name


I’ve a string of posts to deliver,  I’m behind schedule, I’ve been distracted; they are going to tumble out randomly, it seems to match the mood of the nation!

You’d be hard pressed to call where I live a street, but it didn’t stop us having a street party to celebrate the Queens 90th Birthday a few weeks ago.

There were a lot of planning meetings (Mr Uphilldowndale will tell you  what I mean by this, is that there was a lot of drinking of prosecco  on Sunday afternoons for the previous month) I’ll tell you the planning was just as sociable as the party.  We then went on holiday and left the neighbours to all the hard work, arriving back in time for the sound of popping corks.  They did a fab job, we had  music,  flowers, porta-loos, road closed signs, bollards and bunting, a proper party.

Road Closed_

We even had very official notices to close the road, who could resist a throning of neighbours?



Thronging 2

We didn’t divert any carts as far as we know, a few cyclists and a couple of walkers meandered through the tables, most took  the diversion in good  heart.

We brought out the finest vintage food (the ‘food miles’ of some of it could be measured in inches rather than miles)


Ate proper pie (Yorkshire pie, brought over the county boundary under special licence).

proper pie

I may have mentioned the prosecco before


So many cakes


and a few gate crashers.

Gate crasher Moo over

We raised money for charity too, we are very lucky to have such lovely neighbours…

Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

7 thoughts on “A throning, or a party by any other name

  1. Looks like you had a brilliant party! Those pickled shallots look particularly tempting…
    Love the pic of the cow, too. The ones round here are so inquisitive. They fall in line behind you when you go for a walk. It’s like Grandma’s Footsteps – they all stop when you turn round (maybe that’s why they’re called Freezians.. er-hem)

  2. I was baffled by the throning, thinking that that was just for the Queen but I see on closer examination that it was thronging that was going on. Thronging sounds fun. We didn’t throng here being miserable by nature.

  3. How very lovely to have a street party to celebrate the Queen’s birthday. I do love the photo of your noisy gatecrashers… very funny.

  4. Certainly a ‘street party’ with a difference. xx

  5. That Yorkshire pie looks wonderful. It looked rather like what we call shepherd’s pie, but the recipes I found show that the “crust” isn’t mashed potatoes, as in ours. I think of it as a winter food, but I’m tempted to give one of the recipes a try, anyway. Well, or not. When it’s 95 degrees, something from the oven isn’t at the top of my list!

  6. I am particularly fond of short food miles and parties of neighbors. (Our livestock tend to be limited to dogs and cats, but you never know. A badger appeared at the Gotts last year.)

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