the battle of hastings 1066
took sons, mrs.perou and ludwig to the 'battle of hastings' reenactment in 'battle'.
weirdly i woke up yesterday going 'i'd like to go to bodiam castle today' and 'i wonder if they do battle of hastings reenactments?'
turns out they do, once a year on this very weekend.
twas fate: we were meant to be there.
met mum-mum and dad-dad on senlac hill .
had some mixed feelings about who we should be booing and who we should be cheering.
ended up booing the normans.
which is screwed on several levels.
who knows if i were more of saxon or norman origin a thousand year before?
as it goes we're actually french hugenot: silk weavers persecuted out of france some 300 years back.
'la reine margot' was my great great great great great great grandma...kinda.
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i'm coming to the conclusion that ludwig is mentally retarded.
EVERY single shadow moving or reflection he sees he tries to bite and/or jump on.
proper OCD.
only relaxes when he's asleep.
and he KEEPS running off out of the (now) well fenced in front gardens.
in pursuit of rabbits and pheasants etc...
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