Hastings

The Norman army arrives. Bloody immigrants, coming here and stealing our country, eh?

For a few moments I was thinking xxxx!, xxxx!, xxxxxxg kids!

This was last weekend at Battle Abbey, Hastings, built above where the great battle of 1066 is supposed to have taken place.

Almost 10 years ago I’d been to a big re-enactment there and I still remember feeling the ground shake as a line of dozens of horses charged up the hill. That was one of the bigger events there – I’m sure they’re planning something similar for next year’s 950th anniversary – but Saturday’s event was on a more modest scale.

The re-enactors depicting the Normans had just arrived at the bottom of the field and were marching up directly towards where I had stood. And these kids decided to stand right in the way, or rather right in my way. For those few seconds I was thinking damn them, or why can’t they turn to face me.

Afterwards, I was just thinking ooh, ooh, ooh those kids.

As usual the Anglo-Saxons lost. But I am very glad to say the crowd did boo the Normans.