Can hardly believe a whole week has gone by since my last post. Been doing a bit of time travelling this past week, in that Gorgeous Husband and I went to the 1940s on Sunday. Every year they have 40s Days celebrations at Attingham Park in Shropshire, and we usually go. Can't keep us away from an opportunity to dress up! Amazingly, it was even sunny, which considering the long period of rain we've had, was a bit of a miracle.
It was done quite well, with a singer who belted out such favourites as "There'll be Bluebirds Over the White Cliffs of Dover," and "We'll Meet Again, don't know where, don't know when"... which I always find touching. Also vintage army vehicles, flags, ration displays and wartime propaganda, and having our National Identity cards stamped. It was definately "pretend" 40s, as we weren't worried about being bombed, we had enough to eat, and best of all, we already knew the outcome of the war.
Here I am, having a look over the wartime provisions. I could easily eat up a week's rations in a single sitting! I guess people didn't have to worry about dieting in those days. How spoilt we are, when you think about it. Can you imagine if we had rationing now? How would we ever cope?
One of the vintage army jeeps
Other folks also dressed up, these two in replica uniforms
A rare appearance for Gorgeous Husband
It isn't vintage, but the mustard coloured jacket is an original from the 40s.
It was a fine day, polished off with honey and ginger ice cream, sitting in the sun. No air raids, no real danger, just a nice "pretend war."