At Leyburn's 40's weekend people were happily strutting their stuff.
There was a great display of hats.
And bits of fur came a close second.
Why ever did I throw out my mother's dead fox? It had a wonderful tail, all four paws and very menacingly beady black eyes in a mean little face. It's jaw was on a hinge to enable it to stay draped on the shoulders, chasing it's tail. I was not very fond of it as a child. I wonder if someone is still wearing it today?
I bought some cherries like these to pin to a beret.
Some people's headgear was altogether more serious
not to mention practical.
This shop keeper told me that she had bought the very last pair of hair curlers from the chemist's shop that morning. (1940's teeth!)
And the men were not immune from a spot of retail therapy as well.