One of the great things about living in the middle of The National Forest as I do is access to all sorts of forest parks, woods, and various other outdoor activities, and there are plenty of events that occur at these places, particularly through spring and summer. Among these is Rosliston Forestry Centre, which you may remember is where I tried some falconry a while ago. I took young Xander there this morning for a walk with Berta, and we did come across a few odd activities. However, one of the things that you do not expect to stumble upon is War at Rosliston Forestry Centre…
We were enjoying walking along by the lake and through the trees, as Berta was exploring.
Berta even stopped just after crossing the bridge to have a drink from the lake.
It was then, through the tress, that we spotted some tents in a clearing in the forest.
On closer inspection, it seemed that the people with these tents were not dressed in the most modern and trendy of clothing. Had we arrived in an outdoor production of Les Miserables? Or, given the military style of clothing, was there War at Rosliston Forestry Centre?
Even the modes of transport seemed somewhat rustic…
In a way, there was a war on; this was a historical re-enactment of the British and the French fighting in the Americas. There were people in period dress and uniform all over the park.
Berta decided to take cover and watch from a distance, hiding in a thicket of nettles in the midst of the trees.
She was not, however, the only non-human watching the proceedings.
Those involved were performing a march through the picnic area at lunchtime, followed by a skirmish in the afternoon. However, Xander’s lunch was higher on our priority list, and we needed to head home to arrange that. It was great, though, not just to see that the event had been organised, but to see that the centre seemed quite busy with people who had come to watch it. I will watch out for the next War at Rosliston Forestry Centre….