I guess this is the British equivalent of "Show us yer guns", not five minutes away from this very thread. Our chance to show we've got loads of kit, too...
I'm a lost time-traveller type, wearing anything from WW1 kit to stuff that might have been about from the early 50s. The most modern thing I have truck with is vibram soles, on occasions. I'm a walking local museum of The Past: less historicism, more historification.
Loved the Cumbrian film. Even glorious saturated technicolour can't unmute the earth tones of tweed 'n' cord 'n' wool or, come to think of it, the carefree, unselfconscious attitude, free of performance fabric -- and associated anxiety.
I'm still trying to work out the hob patterns on the two visible boots (bandana man and bobble hat lady). The lady is sporting tricounis, for grip, but the other lad seems to have a plainer arrangment, although they may just be well worn.
The bandana idea I like, even though for me bandanas conjure images of Axl Rose rather than ramblin' Borrovian gypsy scholars. I've been working through suitable headgear, including bush hat, beret, Balmoral and Tam O'Shanter and I run too hot in all of them. Even so, the first two are good for sun/rain respectively. I may slap a rogueish-looking hanky on my head on my next excursion, if I can find something suitable, but only if at least 2 miles away from signs of habitation.
A Voyageur-style bobble hat might be in order. I've been considering getting one for a while and might stump up for winter. Or there's a great-looking greasewool frontier-style version of a cap comforter offered by French Creek knitwear.
HJ, could you include refs/descriptions for the 1949 and 1950 pattern gear, please? I'm a bit hazy about the ins and outs of surplus clobber. I've some bits of WW2-era gear (12" gaiters, puttees and a canvas rucksack) and some good quality repro WW1 clothing, but know nothing beyond that. Always keen to add ideas and substance to my walking wardrobe.
I'm also averse to joining things, HJ. Never do. When my mum asked why Akela wanted me out of the cub scouts, he said it was because I refused to join in properly. Never found out what he meant by properly. I shudder to think.
Anyway, my dislike of structure is catered for by the Kentish historical hillwalkers: they're there if you want to walk, with the minimum fuss, bother and chit-chat. I generally prefer walking alone, but it's nice to compare hobs and canvas every now and then.