A penny post!

It's mediaeval time at the Chiltern Open Air Museum this weekend.

The Madwoman is pretty ancient, so we took her along - we reckoned

that she'd feel right at home.

At last, an attraction guaranteed to interest any self respecting dog!

A mediaeval toilet.

The mediaeval toilet came complete with a mediaeval rat, although

unlike the Madwoman it didn't look its age at all.

No reading matter of any kind though, which would possibly make the Madwoman's

visits a bit briefer.

Then we bravely held this huge stag at bay.

We worried it so much that even after we left it stayed there, not moving a muscle.

Hope it moves before lunchtime as they're planning an archery display

around then, and it will be right in the line of fire.

How mad is this?

Just watching the blacksmith at work

made us feel even hotter, so we left.

At home with the Tudors

It will come as no great surprise to regular readers of this blog to discover that we were taken off to the Open Air Museum in search of yet more education to fill in any gaps in our now quite extensive historical knowledge. Well, it feels like our heads are stuffed with it. We'd rather have our mouths stuffed with historical sucking pig, and thought that the Tudors at least would be bound to have at least one if not several.                     

 Hmm, no sucking pig here, just a lot of bows and arrows and stuff. The Madwoman got a bit carried away and asked if she could hold one of the swords. They got a bit worried as she started to wave it around, especially when a strange glint appeared in her eye, and they had to virtually wrestle it back off her.

We had to pretend we weren't with her.

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Aha!

The Tudor kitchen.

Carrots - lots of 'em. We like carrots,

And potage: not sure what that is, but we like porage, which is only one letter different.

And a capon. That's Tudor for chicken: sadly not cooked yet, and

we do prefer ours roasted rather than raw.

We sucked in our sides and looked as thin as possible,

and got lots of sympathetic attention.

Not sympathetic enough to offer us any lunch though.

Not so much as a slice of carrot.