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Here he is , made up and kinky.
Until next time
Our friends Annie and Chris had their Handfasting in the woods somewhere in the wilds beyond Lincoln.
The camp site had several log buildings, including a mead hall, and a fire pit surrounded by a circle of trees.
The Handfasting took place at the firepit and was conducted by Bill and Brenda Sutton, two of our American friends ( who we have often run into at Filkcons). They had come over for the ceremony (and a bit of a holiday).
I have not been to a Handfasting before and it was an interesting experience, including sanctifying a circle and the exchange of vows.
I took part in the sword arch at the end, which went perfectly, even though we'd only done two quick rehearsals. The swords all rose smoothly as the couple advanced and fell again behind them( nobody died....yay!).
We then all went to the mead hall for too much food and a similar amount of mead.
Here are some pictures of the cake.
We paid for an excellent cooked breakfast on Sunday morning and had a much easier journey home, getting back at about 4Pm to two most disapproving cats.
They were so put out that, when Teddy went to speak to one of our neighbours, they both followed him complaining loudly until he came back to our house.
Until next time
The weekend of the 9th September was the Handfasting of our two friends, Annie ( mother of my Godchildren Jared and Elie) and Chris
This, unfortunately, meant I couldn't attend a one-day Paladin's event at Amersham, but c'est la vie...
As the event was camping in the wood somewhere in the wilds beyond Lincoln, we elected to travel up on Friday and say over at a Travelodge just south of Lincoln.
The journey up was much delayed by numerous traffic problems, but we got there in the end and were up early enough to set off for the site in good time.
Our friend Lissa had sent us lots of maps and instructions ( including the nearest practical postcode) , but we were still going to have to locate a track of a very minor road.
We trusted in the Sat Nav and proceeded on several very twisty and bumpy roads, many of which were causeways over streams and marshy ground.
When we were nearly there, I noticed there was a car behind us and suddenly realised it was Lissa and her daughter. So we were in the right place...
We set up the medieval tent in the woods.
As you can see, we were not the only ones to bring a medieval tent...
I am usually the sole occupant of our tent, but I worked out a way to get two single camp beds in.
The walls of my tent are in two sections that hook onto the roof and lace closed at the back and front. I usually lace the back laced closed, but , with two of us it made sense to use both the front and back doors.
We set the beds off-centre, leaving space for other kit.
This arrangement is a bit cramped, but otherwise works very well.
I will post more on the handfasting later.
Until next time
Another busy time coming up, so I am posting very early again...
Here's the second part of the event at Hever Castle...
I had not overindulged on Saturday night, so was in reasonable shape to sing a mass on Sunday morning.
I then helped M'lord de Spencer and his lady learn some medieval dance and took part in the dance display.
It was a little rainy, but it did not last long and cleared up before we had to take to the field.
I had been asked to command one side in the battle in the afternoon, as the commentator thought it would be fun for me, as the Bishop of L'Aquila to be on one side, with a chap who plays the Bishop of Durham to command the other.
We decided our dispute would be over who had had to hear the longest confession and- of course- which of the three popes was the true pope.
Durham claimed M'lady de Spencer's confession to be the longest, but I had the notorious Lord de Spencer on my side, so trumped this claim.. I did not even have to add M'lord Neville's confession...
The format had been changed to two advances, then a combat of three champions, then a melee.
M'lord Spencer, M'lord Neville and championed our side; Durham and two others championed the other.
It was meant o be inconclusive and, Durham and I took turns thumping each other in the middle of the field, slowly sinking to our knees and gradually winding down...
It all went very well, with the Bishop of Durham playing off me very well, culminating in me coming up behind him in the final melee, saying "I am now going to be unchristian" and stabbing him in the back.
This left me, M'lord Neville and one more of my retinue. I was judged to be triumphant and took part in the parade ( as shown below) representing the Church Militant.
Here are some pictures kindly taken by my fellow Paladin, Frederike Gunzel and used with consent.
Last weekend was the August Bank Holiday and, as usual, I took part in the Hever Festival of History.
I packed the car on Thursday and drove down on Friday after lunch, arriving about 2.30.
It was good weather and I was able to set the tent up before it started to get dark.
Here are some pictures of my tent and other parts of the encampment.