I pieced together my outfit with thrift store finds, altered the jacket, and threw together a bustle, but just a few days before, found Sam and actual Victorian coat at Magpie Vintage. We were all kinda jealous.
The procession was really nice, and we all posed for a picture to Save Undershaw, the home of the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (it's in danger of becoming developed and not preserved as his home, sign the petition if you have a moment!).
After that we went to lunch at Edgfield, and strolled around a bit, finding a little shack that's been turned into a bar and smoking room. Sam smoked his pipe a la Sherlock Holmes, and we both had a bit of bourbon. But we did kind of freak out the tourists when they walked in.