The Festival of History

The Festival of History, at Kelmarsh Hall, near Kettering. Last weekend.

Weather, very British.


and totally appropriate for the First World War trench experience

Guns for the boys

More guns

Interspersed with WWI horses

And a lot of water

Archery

Michael Morpurgo

(yes, ok, so we did sneak round the back of the marquee because all the tickets for his talk had gone even though we queued, and we did get told off by some jobsworthy English Heritage woman for standing outside the marquee and looking in (!), but I did stand my ground (since when is it a crime to stand outside a marquee?) and we did see Michael Morpurgo and it was very much worth an English Heritage bollocking to do so and I would highly recommend that anyone else does the same)

More guns

Horse, man and gun.

More horses, more men, more guns.

Oh look! Is that a gun over there?

Red flag. And gun.

Yeah, you get the idea...

Michelle Paver talking about the Chronicles of Ancient Darkness and her encounter with a bear(note: no guns)

Think I've seen this one before. I recognise the gun.

REME Museum of Technology

REME stands for The Corps of Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers.

And so we went, to look at army thingimagigs. And I tried to look interested. I did. Honest.

There were uniform thingies. And gun thingies. And vehicle thingies. See, I was paying attention. And ds1 was so intrigued and distracted by machines of death-thingies that I even got him on camera. The lesser hooded pre-teen finch. Need to mark that down in my spotter's guide.

Photos of thingies:










I feel that the photo below should have a funny caption attached to it. But I'm not witty enough to think of anything.








Then we had lunch and we ate hula hoops and cheese and onion rolls for lunch and I drunk coca cola and I really liked the Penguin finger biscuits we took with us and we had fun and it was good and then we went home. The End.