Its always nice to see people coming together to acheive something amazing and kind, and other people watching this amazing thing happening, cheering it on and there being a general uplifting atmosphere as people come to witness it, proud that they are part of something special.
Every year, on the Sunday before Easter Sunday, virtually every motorbike owner on the Wirral, and some from surrounding areas, and some who are not motorbike owners but quadbike owners or moped owners or even some push bike owners, buy easter eggs, sweets and chocolate, and some strap easter baskets to their bikes, some dress up as bunnies, chicks and superheroes, some attach bunny ears to their helmets, some just stash a couple of chocolate eggs in their bikes, and they all gather together down by the sea front, ready for the 20 mile ride to Clatterbridge Hospital to raise money and deliver easter eggs to the sick children. It is called the Wirral Egg Run and it passes by our house.
Despite this, J and I took the train down to the sea front to watch the start. The atmosphere was amazing, and seeing (and hearing) the thousands of bikes was fantastic. J was in total awe. We sat up on the hillside until they started the ride at 11am, then we walked with them all the way back down to our house (which is one hell of a walk, never mind carrying a 2-and-a-half stone child). Some riders stopped to hand out sweets, some held out their hands for high fives, and they all looked so happy and proud to be a part of it. The bikes take almost an hour and a half to pass a certain point, and thats just at the start of the run. They leave the hospital at around 4pm.
J wholly joined in with the crowds, sitting by the side of the road and waving at the passing riders, pointing out different coloured easter bunnies and all his favourite superheroes, even a Spongebob Squarepants and a Mr Happy, taking lollipops and chocolates when they were offered to him. Truly a wonderful tradition, even more wonderful for the hospitalised children benefiting from it.