Things to do in the woods

Do wippitts poo in the woods?

If you've ever wondered, here's your answer.

And no, we're not related to bears. 

Although we are rather fond of porage.

First rule of Knight School ...

Once again Chiltern Open Air Museum has kindly laid on some weekend

entertainent for us.

Tents over here ...

Tents over there ...

Yes it's jousting weekend!

Lots of rattling to be heard as knights struggle into their shiny armour ...

And a lesson: make sure you can catch your war horse.

Otherwise you're just a boring old foot soldier.

Lights! Cameras! Action!

More filming going on up at Chiltern Open Air Museum this morning.

Something called Greymates.

We pricked up our ears, and bristled our piano wire whiskers,

strutted our stuff and showed off our best profiles but no-one asked us to be extras.

Then we found out it was a comedy about old people instead of greyhounds,

so we rather lost interest.

Talk about a misleading title.

The Madwoman said she would only be interested if it had Rufus Sewell in, 

so it was easy enough to drag her away. 

Our sunshine song

Our sunny weather song.

Feel free to join in.

This is our sunshine, our patch of sunshine,

It makes us happy when skies are blue.

You'll always find us

Hogging the sunspots

Cos we're wippitts, that's what we do! 

Comparitive walls

We've been watching this wall growing at Chiltern Open Air Museum.

Every now and then it gets a bit longer.

We reckon it will be quite a while yet before you can see it from space.

We don't think Hadrian's got much to worry about in the

'my wall's bigger than yours' stakes.

The Vikings are coming!

Well actually, they're already here as we
discovered when we went to Chiltern Open Air Museum this weekend.

Yeah, it's a Viking alright.
Another one we can cross off in our I-Spy book of re-enactors ...

We found folk re-enacting the Dark Ages in Arborfield Barn.

They were very good: it was certainly very dark.

Nom nom nom
And here's someone re-enacting breakfast.

And this is us re-enacting the Wet Ages.

We hear that liberal helpings of roast turkey has a very therapeutic effect ... 

When we got home, the Madwoman was baffled to find 

that Archie had somehow acquired a cut above his right eye.

She says we have whiskers like piano wires but skin like rice paper.

Duped!

We are feeling duped!

We had just begun to get used to doing a bit of outdoor sunbathing

and naked frolicking on walks.

And now today we are back to wearing raincoats on walks

and snuggling under fleeces indoors to keep warm 

because the Madwoman is too 

tight to turn the heating back on.

A Bank Holiday Outing

Thanks to everyone who sympathised with Archie's poorly paw.

It's healing nicely.

But back to wearing the little red booty to keep it clean.

Because it's a bit boring for him having to stay on the leash, the Madwoman

took us to Chiltern Open Air Museum to see some Roman gladiators.

She has odd ideas about what we might find entertaining.

Possibly a Health & Safety meeting.
Acres of  rippling flesh was on display.

For a horrible moment we thought there was going to be a karaoke.
Thankfully, not. You really don't want to hear the Madwoman's singing.
This turned out to be our host for the day,
a Shouty Roman.

We kept our eye on the action and learned a few things, like:

Strut your stuff!

Unless of course you see someone coming who is bigger and

fiercer than you, in which case hide behind someone else.

Always keep an eye on what's going on behind you.

 

Told you!

Kick 'em while they're down

And we discovered what Romans wear under their frocks! (So next time you spot a Roman, you can try shouting
"Ostendere bracis nobis!")

The Romans are still there today, so you can still see them

if you get a move on!