We got trotted off on one of the Madwoman's educational expeditions at the Chiltern Open Air Museum again yesterday: this time we were supposed to be meeting the Normans.
When we arrived there was no sign of any Normans: just this sign.
Lambs. How sweet.
Unlike this bunch, who rushed up to the fence and then stared very rudely at us.
We shouted 'Mint sauce!' at them and then ran away.
Still no sign of any Normans though.
Lots of bluebells - although as Angel pointed out, once you've seen one bluebell, you've seen them all.
No sign of any Normans lurking amongst them.
This is Archie being intrepid.
And no, there still weren't any Normans when we got to the top: just a lot of heavy breathing as the Madwoman stopped to get her breath back. She should chase more balls. That would get her a bit fitter. Works for us.
Ah, now this looks more promising.
Fancy hanging your sword up on an electric fence though.
I wonder if they've left the electric switched on?
This might be fun after all ...
Ah, here we are.
Although they look suspiciously familiar.
Apparently the Normans all slept in or something, so some local medieval Paladins of Chivalry have popped in to hold the fort until they arrive. You might remember them from our previous blog at Easter.
What is it with you humans?
Any excuse to whack away at each other with swords. Still, they look as though they are having fun, so maybe we'll leave them to it ...