The Severn Valley Railway runs for approximately 12 miles through the stunning green valley of the Midlands. We set off on Friday, staying in a fab B&B in Bewdley. Highly recommended. Saturday morning couldn't dawn quickly enough and off we set.
I decided to arrive in style (I wish!)
The boys were ready for their journey, too.
Mr HenHouse purchased the tickets.
The Munchkin wondered where we might be going? I don't think it'll be St. Ives this time!
More likely to be Bridgnorth at the northern end of the line?
Bewdley is the most lovely little country station.
Looks like some spivs are ready to board the train!
Oh why don't we have everyday rail stations like this anymore?
Mr HH waits for the train to arrive...
Perhaps we'll try one of these destinations another time?
I could go back here to see my parents!
Ah, here comes the train. Behold the marvellously restored coaches. Don't the passengers look smart?
For the well heeled, travelling in a compartment is of course, de rigeur.
Off we go! Miles of stunning scenery fly past. Ahhh, smell that coal fuelled smoke!
We arrive at Kidderminster station at the Southern end of the line and Mr HH visits the WH Smith's kiosk to purchase his daily read.
I am more interested in the shopping opportunities, of course, so I visit the Black Market Shop! Some of those much coveted seamed nylons perhaps?
The Home Guard are here and are keenly checking everyone's Identity Cards which along with one's gas mask, must of course, be carried at all times.
We are minded of the need to donate any spare metal towards the war effort.
Here, we can see the air raid warden's station. The Munchkin enjoys having a go at raising the air raid siren.
Quick, into the Anderson shelter! Bagsy the top bunk!
For those not lucky enough to have an Anderson shelter, they might have to make do with a Morrison shelter, made under the dining room table.
If you're caught short, you'll need to visit the privy, at the end of the "dig for victory" kitchen garden. With all the rationing, it's so important to grow whatever you can at home.
With the air raid over, it's time to relax in the sitting room. Perhaps listen to the wireless, play the piano or have tea? I'd rather "make do and mend" on the sewing machine, of course.
A woman's work is never done, though.
Time to travel down the line to the beautiful little station of Arley. The war effort is in full swing but spirits are certainly not dampened.
Some people can still manage to get away in the countryside. Perhaps in a beautiful little vintage caravan?
Well, we had such a fabulous time at the weekend. We did our best with the outfits, mainly cobbled together from new but vintage inspired items, homemade dress and gas mask boxes. However, there were some great stalls there selling period items and so we bought a few bits (I also bought the basket in the top photograph) and next time, we'll be even better decked out because oh yes, we certainly have the '40's bug!