We're home now, a little sunburned.
Cracking show, chocolate box village, reenactors were spotted this morning, eating bacon and cheese toasties for breakfast, in the flower filled gardens of the post office/shop/cafe, opposite the thatched pub, in view of the ruined castle, about a hundred yards, as the bluebird flies, from their tents... kind of "if Carlsberg arranged reenactment venues".
We had a trip out to Lindisfarne on the Saturday evening, about half an hour away in our elderly bus. The Mops were friendly, and paraded an ever wilder range of dog types past our tent as the weekend progressed.
The standard of costume amongst the reenactors was very impressive.The company was entertaining.
We even made a profit, cheers medears, so all this luxury and beauty was productive too. Will be back for the biggy next year.