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Martin posing |
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Look! Look! New uniforms! |
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The Regimental Tent |
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Heaving with stuff! |
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Table full of artefacts |
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We didn't know we had so much stauff - that isn't all of it. |
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The Tent again |
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Isn't it smart? |
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Household life inside the Castle |
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Portrait Artist |
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Life inside the Castle |
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Playing the Lute |
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Life inside the Castle |
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The Serving Wenches - who did an excellent job serving the Gentry at their dinners. Thank you, girls. |
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Isiah Tuther |
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The Steward of the Household. Very important chappie. |
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Life inside the Castle |
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A man fiddling with himself |
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George interviewing the hosptal radio man |
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"Where did you get that underwear - and, more to the point, why?" |
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Skill at Arms |
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Martin about to cut a cabbage |
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Skill at Arms |
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Alex skewering hoops from, I think, Heather and Gareth |
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Skill at Arms |
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Martin skewering hoops |
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Skill at Arms |
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Martin at it again |
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Skill at Arms |
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Alex finding a direct way to break off the engagement. Mind you, if that's the ring, then Craig might have made more effort... |
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Skill at Arms |
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Martin skewering Graham and Lorry, Alex skewering Heather and Gareth |
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Skill at Arms |
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Don't look at this one - they missed! |
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Living History |
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Heh heh heh... |
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Jill holding the LH table down during the earthquake |
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Grenvile's troopers being wined and dined by the Officers of the Garrison |
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(Whilst their own officers were toffing it in the Castle) |
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More skill at Arms |
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Martin skewering hoops, Craig and Gareth holding them and Graham holding the lance |
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Skill at Arms |
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Quartermaster Graham shakes his stick at the troops |
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Skill at Arms |
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Martin and Graham mounted, Craig and Gareth on foot |
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Martin |
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getting his leg over |
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Martin |
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Demonstrating the Paddy O'Connor school of horse-riding |
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Martin |
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Taking a well earned rest |
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Before the Battle |
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Showing off the new red uniforms |
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After the Battle |
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Troopers listening to the wise words of their Officers |
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The Officers discourse wisely |
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whilst the other ranks look on in admiration... |
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Officers still rabbiting on |
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A group shot |
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quite what Steve is up to is a mystery |
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Campfire |
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Gareth and Steve, Martin in the backgrouund |
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Campfire |
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Martin cooking, Nick, Izabella, Steven, George, Gruff |
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Cartridge rolling |
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A group effort |
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More cartridge rolling |
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Some work, some watch, someone has farted... |
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Martin |
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Being fought off by Tony Wilmott (Vlad - the russian mercenary) |
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Martin and Alex fighting Vlad |
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Alex getting speared through the head |
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How many of you does it take? |
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The CO entertaining Lady Banks |
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Lady banks holding forth |
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I do wish she wouldn't stand on the chairs, though... |
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Waiting for the battle |
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in the new red uniforms |
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After the battle |
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Back for tea and cakes and lashings of ginger beer. |
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It's been a long weekend... |
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George and Pongo |
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George is the one on the left |
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