I’m taking part in 30 Days of Writing, started by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. For a list of who’s taking part just visit their blog and check the list of links at the bottom.
Today’s prompt is ‘The short hairs’
We drove up to a beauty spot, in our niece and hubby’s camper-van, to have lunch. We chose a high point in Yorkshire, where you can see the beautiful countryside for miles and miles. It was another sunny day, but when we got to the top the wind was fierce! Well you can’t be up that high and not expect some wind.
We had packed some sausages, fried onions and various sauces and it wasn’t long before we were tucking into delicious sausage rolls and drinking tea.
We noticed an ice cream van and we questioned who would eat ice cream in this cold wind. We didn’t need to wait long before we saw just who would. I wanted to take a photograph but without getting out of the camper, pointing the camera directly at her and probably getting pulverised, it was impossible. You’ll just have to do with my artists impression.
She was not the most glamorous of women, well she wasn’t remotely glamorous if I’m honest. She had a little boy of about eleven with her. Poor boy surely must have been embarrassed, to say the least. She had a very full, very short miniskirt on and was standing facing us. The skirt was blowing up and exposing her black knickers and we were laughing at the fact that she wasn’t too bothered about showing her, less that glamorous legs (and her knickers) to us all.
She turned around and we were stunned. She wasn’t showing her knickers at all. She wasn’t wearing any! She didn’t even try to hold her skirt down!
Did we have a laugh that day? You bet we did!