Here I am in the Dingle in Shrewsbury, a delightful little park more or less in the town centre. My gorgeous husand and I are playing at being Victorians. On the left of the photo is a fellow dressed as a Victorian policeman, and on my other side, dear husband, dressed in an outfit that -- to be honest, resembles somthing a travelling snake-oil salesman might wear. He is supposed to be a politician, so I'll let you draw what conclusions you like from that, in regards to how appropriate it is!
We are part of the Shrewsbury Heritage Group and are re-enacting the Olympic Games, that were revived by William Penny-Brooks, and held in Shrewsbury in 1864. Yes, my Candian friends, even before Canada was a nation! The history is all around us here in England, and every once in a while I put in my "North American eyes" and marvel at it all! The church in the background of the photo is St. Chad's where Charles Darwin was christened.
Here is a close up of my Victorian booties, and even though they were just the right thing to wear, they weren't made for comfort. Still, I could manage for a few hours, and that's what us Victorians do, suffer for beauty!
Love from England,