Working up at Warwick has introduced Ants to a whole new time period, and we're off to a 14th century feast next weekend with some of his workmates. So damn and bugger, but I need a new dress!
We jumped the bus down to Abingdon, where the fabulous Masons haberdashers have just about every fabric under the sun. Given that we start off poor, I was fairly stoked to find some wool in a soft grey twill for £4 a metre. Ants found buckles for his new padded jack (basically a 14thC gambeson) and we could have spent loads more money in there ... there's always another day.
I also wanted to show Ants around town, because the town centre is really very pretty. There was a massive abbey there for centuries, and the streets are still narrow and winding and marked by squares and ancient-looking grey stone buildings. It was not far from here that Robert Dudley's wife, Amy, met her untimely end.
We rounded out our afternoon with a couple of pints (a bargain at £1.50!) in an ancient coach house pub, set off the street in a cobbled courtyard - although judging by the 'no hats inside, the cameras can't see your face' policy, it's clearly not as genteel as it looks.
And thats Abingdon, apparently. Like Nottingham, it's not a place to hang out much after dark, as, according to the Oxon-born-and-bred folks at work, Abingdon is apparently full of chavs and trouble makers.
It is pretty though - next time we go fabric shopping, I must remember to take my camera!
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