My mum talking about Wellington boots

I was talking to my mum today, making sound files for the website for The Valley, which is a history of my mum’s family. She told me that her dad had never allowed her to have a pair of Wellingtons while she lived at home, because he thought they would be bad for her feet. As a result she coveted wellies for years. After she was married my dad bought her he first pair, she delighted in them so much that she didn’t take them off until she went to bed that night. It made me think of a strange sort of modern folk song.

Anyway, this is her talking about it (Joan, who is mentioned, was my dad’s sister and mum’s best friend. ‘The Americans’ are my dad’s distant American relatives who visited Yorkshire last summer.)

I never wore wellies until I was wed