This weekend Hever Castle - one of the handful of castles within easy driving distance of our house - is hosting its Home Front Event, celebrating life in England during the 1940s.
This being England it, of course, poured with rain, but not until we'd seen the majority of the tents anyway.
We managed to eventually take shelter in a tent with a nice cream tea, while a Spitfire did a fly-by. It flew over twice, but I think the imminent thunder and lightning probably persuaded the pilot that that was enough.
There were some magnificent and informative living history displays, manned by highly knowledgable re-enactors. For instance, a pair of naval gentlemen - because we asked - explained the history of the bag which you can see Rachel carrying in the picture below.
It was bought for me by an old work colleague who collects militaria (I'd been after the sort of bag Indiana Jones wears sometimes!), and I generally use it for carrying my bits and bobs when I go shopping etc
Turns out it's a Type VII army gas mask holder, from later in the war, designed to actually be worn across the chest.
|My Ladies: Rachel, in one of her beautiful vintage dresses, and Alice|
We also listened to an interesting discussion of how the RAF monitored - and responded to - the German bombers and fighter planes coming in to attack our towns and cities.
There was an amazing vintage first aid tent, full of period medical instruments - some of which I recognised from visits to the doctor in my youth and my parents' own medicine cabinet!
Naturally, there was also music and dancing, and Alice proved very popular throughout the day, getting a lot of attention and affection, which she lapped up. We'd only been at the castle for a few minutes before a family asked if they could take a picture with her!
You can see more of my pictures of the day over on Facebook. Rachel has a selection of pictures on her Facebook page and there are also a few pictures of Alice at the event over on her Facebook page.
And it wouldn't be a Knight family day out without an amusing picture of me eating something:
This beast came from the barbeque tent and was called an "adult sausage", which tickled my puerile sense of humour.