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31/05/2025

Robin Hoods Bay, captured last night from outside The Bay Hotel. 😍🍻

📷 The North Yorkshire Gallery Whitby 👏

31/05/2025

31/05/2025

In a quiet street of Salford in 1969, a woman dressed in a pink housecoat was captured mid-sweep, her brush moving rhythmically across the pavement. The image, now iconic, speaks volumes about the pride people once took in their homes and communities. At a time when back-to-back terraces lined the streets and the scent of coal fires lingered in the air, keeping your front step clean wasn’t just a chore—it was a matter of dignity.

Her presence in the photograph tells a deeper story of working-class life in post-war Northern England. Despite economic hardship and looming redevelopment projects that would soon erase entire neighborhoods, residents like her maintained a strong sense of order and self-respect. The act of sweeping wasn’t simply about tidiness; it was an expression of care, a quiet resistance against decline, and a symbol of belonging in a tightly knit community.

Today, that single image remains a poignant reminder of a vanishing way of life. Streets like hers, and the routines that shaped them, have largely disappeared under modern housing estates and concrete developments. Yet, the woman in pink endures—her simple gesture captured forever as a tribute to the resilience, pride, and everyday strength of people who made the best of what they had, one sweep at a time.

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31/05/2025

🌺🇬🇧 What a touching tribute, beautifully created. Lest we forget. 🌺

🪡 created by Margaret Hughes

31/05/2025

47 YEARS AGO - During a July 20, 1975 concert, between songs Elvis was joking around and giving out scarves when he noticed a little girl standing on the far left of the stage. He walked over and knelt down on one knee in front of her. Realizing she was blind, Elvis held her hands and spoke to her for a few minutes. The audience could not hear as he kept the microphone away from his mouth. He then kissed his scarf and touched both her eyes with it. When he was finished he took the scarf and held it to the child's face. The little girl stood there with complete confidence in what Elvis was doing. The girl had been blind since birth. Elvis talked to the girl’s mother after the concert and paid for the surgery to restore her sight. Today she is a computer graphic artist. ELVIS 🙏🙏🙏

31/05/2025

They were filming I’m A Celeb special in a care home – but what Anthony McPartlin did for one lonely 97-year-old WWII veteran wasn’t in the script...
When he learned the man hadn’t had visitors in 12 years, Ant returned with Dec and a full team to throw a birthday party – but it was the veteran’s final whispered words that left Dec in tears… A heartwarming act that proves kindness still matters 🎂

31/05/2025

Take a breath, close your eyes, and let your heart drift back to the UK of yesteryear — where time moved more slowly, and life carried a rhythm all its own. Picture a high street lined with corner shops, greengrocers, and butchers who knew you by name. The clink of milk bottles echoed on stone steps at dawn, and neighbours chatted over fences or leaned out of windows with washing flapping in the breeze. Children played freely in the lanes with skipping ropes and marbles, and Sundays meant roast dinners, quiet streets, and the distant chime of church bells.

In the old UK, the air carried the scent of coal fires and freshly baked bread. Red post boxes stood proud, buses were red or green and double-decked, and a man with a cap might tip it to you as he cycled by with his newspaper tucked under one arm. Life felt anchored in rituals — the wireless humming in kitchens, teapots always at the ready, and families gathering around the telly for *Coronation Street* or the football. There was hardship, yes, but also a deep, everyday dignity in how people carried on, looked out for each other, and found joy in the simple things.

It was a time when manners mattered, when you queued without complaint, and when a trip to the seaside meant donkey rides, sticks of rock, and sand in your sandwiches. Rain or shine, there was something quietly beautiful about the way Britain held itself — modest, sturdy, and full of heart. So yes, let’s go back, if only in memory — to cobbled streets, wool coats, and the gentle hum of a land that once moved to the beat of a slower, steadier drum.

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