|Liberty Ball - flags everywhere, even on frocks.|
Many events were planned to commemorate and celebrate the 30th Anniversary of the War. Knowing I was a bit under-dressed at the previous social event - Queen Night - I decided to wear my kilt to the Liberation Ball on the eve of Liberation Day. Unfortunately, this coincided with a downturn in the weather, and it was a bit chilly around the South Atlantic, I can tell you.
|Unexpected change in the weather....|
|Miss Liberation contestants - winner has patriotic dress.|
However, many of the local youngsters had made a big effort, and were impressive in their suits and ball gowns. There was a contest to see who would be voted "Miss Liberation", so I repaired to the bar in case I confused the judges. Unlike the dance floor, the bar was absolutely heaving with dignitaries, Veterans and locals. It seems that because there were under-18s at the Ball, the drink was restricted to a small bar area and couldn't be taken out to the dance hall. So the choice was - get squashed and inebriated but find a interesting character to talk to, or watch the alcohol-free ballroom dancing. Decisions, decisions.....
|The band played on through the snow|
|These guys wore no gloves!|
|"We will remember them!!" 3 Para Group|
Meanwhile, the sun had come out, and it was a perfect day for kids to sledge down the hilly roads that hadn't been gritted. There was very little traffic on the roads, as it was a public holiday!
|Good sledging hill, Stanley|
|Two Sisters, 3 miles away|
On a more mundane level, there was a bumper souvenir issue of Penguin News. But I was grabbed by the variety of Vacancies advertised -
Learning Support Assistants,
Aircraft Engineer, and
Mouse Survey Team !
The last position is for a Team Leader and Assistant to work in remote locations and adverse weather. Assessment of rodent-bait uptake is essential! (The work is sponsored by the RSPB (Royal Society for the Protection of Birds) to find out how many mice are out there - they devour birds' eggs).
The week ended with the sudden cessation of electricity coursing through the house, as our pre-paid meter ran out of funds. The meter is fed by cards bought from a local shop, but is inconveniently located in the garage, and I haven't been going in there much recently so had forgotten to check how much was left.
So, just as the England/Sweden match (Euro 2012, for those not aware) was coming to its climatic finish we were plunged into darkness. I now realise I should keep spare cards in the house, but even if I had had some, I don't think I would have been venturing outside when it's -5C. So, head-torch attached, it was off to bed, watch the stars, and await the sunrise (9am).
|Sunrise over a British outpost.|