Hot Victorians

 Off to the Open Air Museum again at the weekend.

We arrived a bit early to find breakfast cooking

(as usual, the sucking pig was conspicuous by its absence)

Even early in the morning it was quite hot already

so we also found some of the Victorian re-enactors in their underwear ...

 Although not the rozzer .... naturally the Madwoman embarrassed us by

trying on his handcuffs ...

 and then as it was getting really hot by then we went home to do a bit of this ...

and then a bit of this ...

SNOW!

When we woke up this morning the world had turned white ...

Right, that's enough of the frolicking in the snow.

Let us in.

NOW.

 

We're a bit late posting again, due to the Madwoman hogging the computer again this week. But just in case you were wondering what we got up to last weekend, we went to the Chiltern Open Air Museum again, this time for their Traditional Chiltern Christmas. Victorians were warbling carols in the church, folk were strolling around sipping Wassail and Hippocras and we found sausage rolls for sale - except that the Madwoman wouldn't buy us one. Typical. We listened to someone playing a harp, and on the right, to Sian who works there, demonstrating a crumhorn. Bet you always wondered what a crumhorn was, didn't you? Well now you know. 

 

 

A Victorian Barbecue

We were rudely woken from our sunbathing and taken out on another eductional expedition today.

Guess where?

Yes, you've got it, the Open Air Museum again.

This time it was to see a Diamond Jubilee being celebrated Victorian-style.



This is the Victorian barbecue.
Notice the way the sheep in the field behind them have all moved off as far away from the mint sauce as possible.

And this is someone playing a hurdy gurdy.
Nothing to do with Swdish chefs apparently.
It's a bit like a cross between a violin, bagpipes and a piano and dates back to at least 500 AD.
We think someone must have been really bored to have come up with this idea.

Finally! The bit we had been waiting for! The barbie is ready!

This, we assume, is the camping-out equivalent of a Victorian street party.

Were we invited to try any?

No.

Typical.

We left.