On Thursday 3rd May the Red Hatters went to Hardwick Manor Hotel for a wine tasting evening.
It was well attended and everyone looked splendid with their Red Hats gentlemen included.
The meal was lovely and appropriate wines selected by the wine representative and explanation given for his choice appropriate for the food served at each course went down well.
I hope a good night was had by all, it certainly seemed as if all went home fulfilled.
Here’s to our next adventure. Well done Evelyn
Report by Oonah Hackett
On Saturday 9th September the Red Hatters outing to Harlow Carr took place.
Despite the heavy showers we did the tour of the garden with one of the RHS volunteers
We had a lovely day and as usual we caused a stir with the group looking magnificent in their purple garb topped by their Red Hats.
Most of us enjoyed the visit to “Betty’s” cafeteria for wonderful goodies. Also welcome shelter from the rain.
Well done Evelyn and thank you, here’s to the next outing.
Evelyn and I literally wore two hats to publicise our U3A’s Red Hatters group.
We were at Beamish Museum last Thursday for the German visitors trip to the museum. The display was met with interest and we explained to the interested public what we were about. One lady from another U3A down the country took details to potentially start a Red Hat group at her meeting. Another gentleman took photos of the display board to show his neighbour who had a Red Hatters garden party each year. We had our photograph taken quite a few times during the day.
Some people knew about the Red Hat organisation not attached to U3A’s others just thought the idea of growing old having fun must be a good thing! We can’t argue with that so here’s to our next Red Hatter’s outing in September.
On the 3rd of February 2017 the Red Hatters went on their first outing of the year under the leadership of our new group leader Evelyn Cole.
The group met under the clock at Newcastle Central station, not wearing Red Carnations but our Red Hats.
The group was met by our host from the Valley Connection Restaurant wearing his red turban to escort us to the train for our journey to The Old Station House Indian Restaurant, Corbridge.
As usual the sight of 38 people, gentlemen and ladies wearing red hats of every variation caused the usual inquisition from those passing by as to what we were doing and who we were.
We even had a group photograph taken at the request of a station official and passing commuters.
At 6pm we boarded the train to Corbridge with our escorts and some of us enjoyed a pre-dinner drink en-route to pass the time.
Evelyn had compiled a quiz about head gear, what else would it have been? A few of us got all answers correct so names in a hat for the winner of the bottle of Fizz resulted in Mr. & Mrs. Burke winning, well done!
The Venue and the meal did not disappoint us as an excellent night was had by all. The ambience and food served by attentive staff was second to none.
We stepped straight onto the platform to get the returning train to Newcastle Central station and go our separate ways home, happy and contented.
Thank you all for a great night, here’s to the next time!
To be announced soon watch this space!
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph (b. 1932), British poet. Warning, Selected Poems [Jenny Joseph] (l. 1-4) (1992) Bloodaxe Books.