So at the weekend, my sister came to kindly occupy the Munchkin and Mr HenHouse and I escaped to the Spa Valley to take part in the 1940's weekend on the steam railway. You may remember our trip to Tunbridge Wells a few weeks back. We enjoyed it so much we thought we'd make a weekend of it this time.
This 1940's event is probably not so well known as the larger affairs at the SVR or the NYMR and unfortunately, few folks had dressed up. We were not to be deterred though and those who had dressed the part, really did look good.
We spent Saturday around Groombridge where we were entertained by some super lindy hoppers.
We have seen them at various events and they always put on a good display.
Groombridge is a very cute station which the railway volunteers have basically built from nothing (the original station building was sold off years ago after the line was closed). They even have an authentic grow-your-own garden along the lineside.
We repaired to the nearby Junction Inn which we had been informed was also entering into the spirit of the weekend with a wartime-inspired menu.
We sat at a garden bench awhile with our drinks whilst enjoying a quintessential English country scene being played out in front of us.
Most splendidly, the pub has a tea room to the side and well, it would have been rude not to...
Before long, it was time to steam back to our hotel for a few Twenty-First Century comforts and get ready to attend a special concert that night with the Greenwich Concert Band, where we got into the wartime spirit and sang along to "Run Rabbit Run" and "We'll Meet Again".
Next day, it was back on the train. We arrived at Eridge to find scenes of wartime. There was a pawnbroker's shop.
Mr HenHouse must have seen something which took his fancy.
Hope it wasn't dodgy as the Old Bill were not far away!
Outside, the "Home Front Bus" had arrived and we enjoyed a look round. This is a private enterprise and the bus is taken along to events such as this and to a lot of schools to teach people about the Home Front, of course.
Downstairs, was a typical living room...
Love that "Home" cushion.
In the back of the bus there was a shop where the shopkeeper told us about rationing and upstairs, there was an air raid shelter and a recreation of an air raid. Amazing but true!
Back at the station, Mr HenHouse partook in a cuppa with Viv the Spiv. He was such a hoot with his suitcase of black market goods and his witty one-liners!
All in all, we enjoyed a super weekend (despite dodging the constant showers).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR TODAY, MY LOVELY MR HENHOUSE, FROM YOUR WARTIME BELLE!