A few years ago ( in what now seems like a previous life ) I wanted to join the Womens institute unfortunately there wasn’t one in my area so I decided to open one which I enjoyed and was president of for four years. Then my life changed and I moved away and left the women’s institute, fast forward a couple of years and a new W.I. opened in the village my grandmother lived in ( she spent her entire adult life in the W.I and was the president for many happy years ).
Now the next bit might give you a new enthusiasm for man kind, Tarporley W.I opened its door again after a good several years closed by the very beautiful and very young lady Abigail although very sick my grandmother was over the moon and more so when Abigail started visiting my granny at home as she couldn’t go to the meetings. Now I can’t tell how much my granny loved these visits it kept her connected to the village she loved and was amazed that a busy young woman had time to listen to her and go out of her way to see her.
Less then a year after the first meeting of the new Tarporley W.I my grandmother died which left us all devastated specifically my grandad whom loved her dearly for 65 years ( it still breaks my heart ). Abigail still visits my grandad every week ( it’s been a year since my grandmother died ) and I couldn’t tell you just how much my grandad looks forward to her visits ( a little more then me visiting ). Amazingly I never bumped into Abigail while at my grandparents house and after my grannies death I still wanted to make her proud and wanting to thank Abigail for her absolute love and unselfish acts of kindness I decided to go along to one of her meetings.
My grandmother was truly amazing and always spoke her mind, I will never forget when I had to tell her I was leaving my husband after only five years of marriage because I was deeply unhappy, I was sick with nervous she had been married for 60 years I thought she would be massively disappointed in me. I told her and she was so wonderful she told me that it would be a waste of my life to live a miserable life and following your own happiness is one of the hardest things to master in life ( I told you she was wonderful ).
Now I’m rambling again ( is rambling a sickness, and I need to stop myself from rambling about rambling ). So back to the women’s institute, now I’m sure you are thinking it’s all old women, knitting and talking and while it is some of these things it’s also a place of young women, cake eating and champagne drinking. You get to meet and spend time with like minded women doing fun stuff ranging from cake eating, craft making to days out and nights laughing. My first few meetings left me really nervous, it’s hard to make friends as you get older wouldn’t it be amazing if you could just go up to someone and ask to be friends like we did as children.
On top of there monthly meetings some of the ladies meet for a walk, chat and some food and asked if I would like to join them. Feeling slightly less nervous with the idea a of a smaller group I jumped at the chance to take in some pretty views.
Turns out I was a lot less nervous and it was a lot easier to talk and get to know some of the women a little better and I can safely say I’ve never meet such a confident, positive and happy group of women in all of my life within ten minutes I felt not only more confident but I felt so empowered and encouraged.
Dream house overlooking some of Cheshires beautiful countryside and being overlooked by two castles.
We made some new friends although they were in it for the treats.
Of course every good walk ends with a country pub, unfortunately I couldn’t stop but have already pencilled in next month’s date in my diary and a rest day for the following day so I can stay up past 10pm. I absolutely encourage all the women reading this to find your nearest women’s institute meeting and go along it might surprise you.