abendgules: (Confesse)
TL,DR: good event, missed some friends, fencing fencing fencing.

10 days of near perfect sunny hot weather. In Wales. The 4 horsemen and their mate Ronnie Soak must be saddling up. There were a couple of very windy days, making Lynette's [livejournal.com profile] nusbacher tent billow like unto a sail before the wind, and proving the value of storm guys, especially when your pavilion is perched on the outer edge of a bowling green on a hill.

Robert and I travelled together w/ Man-and-van (though not our charming Lithuanian driver of 2 years ago, sadly). We put up the big pavilion, and R partitioned the inside so I had a space to change and dump my stuff. I stayed in a Burgundian bell, which was *just* big enough for 1 person and a small amount of kit, but not for hanging gowns or airing sweaty clothing. One of the reasons R always wanted a pavilion was so he could stand upright, to dress and arm himself.

One resolution post-Raglan - invest in a better camp bed. The £10 stretchers aren't sufficient for a good night's sleep.

Our encampment included the usual suspects: [livejournal.com profile] jpgsawyer, [livejournal.com profile] edith_hedingham, [livejournal.com profile] aryanhwy and family, Paul (with Anne for first weekend), [livejournal.com profile] nusbacher, and usually some guests for a meal. For the first weekend Edith's brother visited, and took part in the joint cooking effort (putting a professionally trained chef in the mix means you have very speedily diced veg, but some differences of opinion about How Things are Done over the fire); we had [livejournal.com profile] maryf and Rick at dinner one day, [livejournal.com profile] goncalves and J and baby J another, Cornelia from Austria another day.

Good weather meant camping was relatively easy; wet things dried easily, for ex, and we could sprawl in our usual space.  We ate gloriously well, again, as ever. It sounds mad to keep saying how well we ate at Raglan, but honestly it's hard to put into words how terrific the food is.

Gracie the hound proved a welcome fixture in camp, and very popular, as ever, w/ little girls.  Delia camped further along the castle wall w/ Tilly, alongside several Thamesreach ladies.

I mostly-finished a heraldic surcoat for Gracie, though didn't get the closure finished, so to model it she had the belly strap pinned in place only. L says that the coat slides to one side on Gracie the same way all her coats do, so perhaps G has a hitch in her stride that shifts her clothing. She looked great though and drew many admirers.


The under-7 yr set were spoiled for canine choice in our camp area, though once Tilly decides she's had enough, nothing can stir her little bulldog heart and she simply stops wherever she is. Gracie is more biddable in that way.

Thomas F brought his prototype pole lathe to play with to keep himself entertained after cooking, and it was fascinating to see it in action, even if it was a work in progress.

I spent most of my own time on fencing: marshalling, teaching and entering tourneys, though once again I avoided melee settings.

I had a very crappy incident where I injured another fencer, and my own analysis is much harder on me than his was. Not happy about it.

It was one of 2 significant injuries on the field (the other one to Lynette during her Academy challenge, which bruised her face) and both required reports.

I ended up teaching my 'stick the pointy end in the other guy' a couple of times, once on the schedule and once ad-hoc, when we had some 'free play' time one afternoon.  We got a lot done in free play time, so I'm going to suggest more of it in the schedule.

One of the most effective practice times was 2nd Sunday morning when people were beginning to break down, but still had a bit of time to spare, and once you nudged a few people, they found their kit faster than you might think.

Some familiar faces were missing from the event, because of schedules, I think, and there were fewer pavilions on the bowling green. We were warned that next year camping space may be at a great premium b/c of construction on the permanent toilets; we'll definitely lose some space, the Q is just how much.

OTOH This year I got to know some folks from Lough Devnaree better: Gytha, Orlaith, Thora, Micheal, some of the kids. That was excellent and worthwhile and I might not have spent as much time w/ them if the 'regulars' had been there.

Gytha made a name for herself by training and authorising in combat in less than a week, thanks to Robert and Yannick's efforts to work with her. It was a delight to see someone launch herself into the deep end, thrash about but really enjoy it and come out authorised and fighting-ready.

My peer-populace talk had mixed results - the bits I thought were interesting weren't of interest to others, and I didnt' answer some questions well, though I'm trying to follow up w/ them. It did prompt some discussion round campfires afterward though.

The open party on Friday with Thomas and Edith was excellent and well-attended, and they had an embarrassment of amazing food, almost all of it historic.

[livejournal.com profile] nz_bookwyrm gave an excellent talk on spiced wine - he's moved from just offering to get your flavourfully drunk, to researching recipes, translating them, and offering tastings for comparison. I came away w/ a spice mix for one of the recipes (dated 1525) and am hoping to try it myself.

The biggest barrier to making a medieval spiced wine is a common one for re-creation: we don't really know what medieval or renaissance wine tasted like....just like it's hard to recreate medieval clothing w/out medieval sheep and flax to start the process.

But Esbiorn had documented the limitations and identified where he'd made some comprimises to get as good a result as he could. I was impressed all to heck.

Our trip back was a bit fraught. Our man-with-van didn't show for 3 hrs, and when phoned said things like, 'on my way' and 'just leaving' and other similar remarks. His van had failed, he needed to get another from a rental agency, and he kept putting us off instead of explaining the situation, and of course we had no recourse.

It was infuriating, and meant we arrived in Ldn at rush hour on a Monday. Not a great end.

All kit stowed, R and I stared at each other and I suggested takeaway - it seemed the solution for almost everyone post-event, judging by comments In Another Place. One of my knapsacks is still not quite empty, and now as I'm getting ready for another event, seems no point. 

The best pics are In Another Place, mainly by Delia of Ely, but a few others as well. Once again, I took almost no pics.   
abendgules: (home sweet canvas home)
Clearly I won't get to a day by day diary of the event. Better to start with highlights.

Travel to site without the Vitus household and Vitus-wagon made for a very long day.

Up early, cab to Casa de Vitus in extreme S London (enjoying a lecture on African cultures and the evils of colonialism from the cabbie), unloading cab and setting up for loading man-and-van.

Man-and-van arrives bang on time: load up with our stuff, the best of the Vitus encampment kit (firebowl, futon and seating), and TRHs encampment and set off.

Long trip, getting stuck in London traffic. Happily our man knew his way round the Borders so we deked to cross into Wales via Chepstow, dodging the worst of the M4 westbound traffic. Practiced yoga breathing to stay calm watching other crap drivers on the road.

Arrive, unload the van, say goodbye to our man (who returns bang on time again the next Monday).

Set up pavilion, bed and bed canopy.

The rain had started midafternoon, on and off. We found a slightly bedraggled set of Thamesreach lads, 3 of them sharing travel and neighbourly accommodation, sheltering under the bridge with potnoodles and one-pot burners, so we invited them inside the pavilion to shelter in more comfort.

Had a cold dinner, a beer and fell into bed.

Saturday (long lie-in) and Sunday were spent continuing to set up, distribute assorted kit brought in the van, and reacquaint ourselves with Raglan.

Robert and [livejournal.com profile] nusbacher cooked daily for the first few days, with our main meal at about 1pm, and a light supper in the evening. It was very relaxed and low-key.

Over the weekend we sat and ate with Dame Marguerite and Lord Yannick, Lochac natives living in England til December, who we'd met at Coronation. They proved excellent easy company to sit with at length, and we were sorry to see them go after just a weekend.

Their beautiful daughters were entranced with [livejournal.com profile] nusbacher's hound Gracie; a young man from Ireland was in turn entranced with them. Gracie received a great deal of doting care from many hands as a result.


I did a bit of shooting, and managed more in a couple of days than I'd done all of last year, which was satisfying. I sat in on Barun Pol's slightly-past-beginners class, to find out what he would teach.

I got an excellent explanation and demonstration of both facewalking and string walking, which are barebow skills almost unknown in my circle of archers - they're against the rules where I grew up, so to speak - not allowed in Olympic archery at all.

I'd brought my dad's lovely extremely long longbow, and once more rejoiced in its beautiful smooth draw. I was even spared the annual arrow tribute of the field, finding all that was lost before the event was over.

At this Raglan their highnesses set a challenge to the populace; as they are new to the region and this was their first raglan fair, we were asked to convey to them the spirit of Raglan.

[livejournal.com profile] nusbacher and I as we hunted for arrows behind the butt, mused over the archers' dance, which was clearly a bassadance, with changing tempos as you sweep for arrows with your feet and shuffle through the grass, stopping just so, then reverence as you stop to pick up your arrow.

This musing turned into a short interpretive dance at court, called 'archers' where Robert choreographed and provided the tune from BBC's 'The Archers' on an onion flute (a 16th c instrument that sounds exactly like a kazoo). It was extremely silly but anyone who has ever hunted for arrows recognised its essence.


I did get to fence more than before: I chipped in my few bouts to Lady Juliette's free scholar challenge, and then milady Marlene's later in the week, as well as [livejournal.com profile] nz_bookwyrm and Catlin's provost challenge.

One evening during fencing pickups, I watched two dons and one Dragon' Steel consistently misjudge their distance while fighting Lady Catlin, and come away laughing, saying, yes, her arms really are that long.

She handed them their butts in a way I hadn't seen before in a single session! It was great fun to watch.

Seeing Don Domin and Baroness Celestina again was a delight; I can't believe they've been gone 3 years already. Their youngest marked his 1st year at Raglan, and their eldest is like a new girl I hadn't met before, she's changed and grown so much. Everyone looks well, happy, healthy.

I got to fight C&T with Domin and Duarte [livejournal.com profile] goncalves, which was great fun and assured me that I'm *not* out to lunch in my calibration; will have to take it up with other C&T folk when I have the chance.

I did my bit in marshalling: keeping the round robin tourney going, taking a turn in the academy challenges.

Unexpectedly I found myself teaching fencing to a complete newcomer who was the spitting image of Ysabella-Maria, and a friend of hers from the convention and SF/fantasy world. It was like talking to a darker version of Y-M!

Lord Alexandro had taken up rapier and Y-M had assured her friend he could find instruction at Raglan; so he spent a busy 4 days with me, goncalves, Duncan Chaucer and other marshals sucking up as much knowledge as possible, with the end result of authorising in effectively 4 days.

I was impressed all to heck; must be some kind of record.

With weather threatening, the fencers combined storming the castle with the princess' champions tourney escorting the princess through the castle. As is his wont, Don Antonio authorised her highness Eleanor with a rubber band gun, allowing her to defend herself should peril threaten.

She commented later that she'd 'brought a gun to a sword fight', and chose Duncan Chaucer as champion.

Camping life

As the week progressed more people turned up, and the schedule filled. [livejournal.com profile] jpgsawyer and [livejournal.com profile] edith_hedingham brought a trailer this year, and set up not just their usual splendid kitchen but a supplies tent as well. This small Saxon tent survived all but the very harshest weather on the last Sunday, when we caught the tail end of hurricane Bertha.

The under-bridge space got busy, full of food and wine (especially wine! holy mackerel) but we struggled through the hurly burly to keep enjoying [livejournal.com profile] jpgsawyer and [livejournal.com profile] edith_hedingham's menus, complete with fresh baked bread and pies done in the clay oven.

You can camp on bread and cheese, but by god, you don't when they're around.

Thomas and Edith sent leftovers to the Thamesreach lads (things like goat stew and commodores) which were more inhaled than eaten.

The newest members of Thamesreach made themselves known this year: not just by rowdiness but by awesome helpfulness, being attentive and considerate, and by an amazing job of small-melee fighting in the Oxford roll.

Facing a formidable melee team from Flintheath with twice their numbers and far more than 2x their bodyweight, they followed Robert and HRH Nasr's instructions to the letter, forming a 3 man shield wall, with 1 shield to protect Sir Nasr'. They held off a much larger force and allowed Nasr' to pick off their opponents with a spear, like knocking so many apples off a tree.

Even better was hearing the prince commend them on their work; they'd done just what was asked and shown the power of good leadership over a much stronger and more experienced force. It was a sweet engagement to watch and even sweeter to hear the followup and advice. You could practically see them glowing as they came off the field, and rightly so.

People from outside Thamesreach remarked on these nice young men who were so helpful and polite, as if I had had anything to do with them; but it was warming to know they were 'ours'.

In the 'new skills' department the dyeing class was smaller than hoped, but still a success, with 2 shades of onion-skin yellow achieved on the brazier, really entirely driven by [livejournal.com profile] jahanarabanu.

I'd not thought it through but fixing the dye with alum would have required a lot more water and then left us with an alum-laden dyebath to dispose of on site: duh.

So we took home our two shades of golden yellow and I hope to fix the colour with an alum bath and try further dyeing w/ onion skins at home. [livejournal.com profile] jahanarabanu says she'll try a couple more dyes on the yarn she has at home, and bring the results to Yule Ball.

I also, after years of planning Round Tuits, started to learn to spin, with Cat Weaver's help. We fixed my long-held pewter spindle whorl, bought at Pennsic about 15 years ago, onto a lovely turned stick by Eldgrimmr, and Cat sat and advised me about starting to draft.

She kept saying I was doing well but I couldn't help but compare it to her own beautifully fine work! Now I just have to retrieve my started work from the camping kit still at Vitus and Isabel's.

Court business

The surprise elements of the event at court went smoothly; the event featured no less than 5 voice heralds.

Edith gave me grief after court. I'd told her to make sure she turned up because Lyonet was getting something nice; I'd told Lyonet to attend in her smart clothes because Edith was getting something nice at court. Neither was a word of a lie, and yet somehow noone will trust me again...

Seeing the joy and goodwill at Baron Pol's call to vigil was very satisfying. I love helping good things happen for others; I love seeing awards well received. It felt that Leif and Morrigan's decision for Pol was timely and joyous, and Pol's vigil went well.

I'd arranged for a new white tunic for him, Mssrs Ariel and Raphe arranged food, we collectively brought in furnishings so he could meet friends in comfort.

My and HE Ursula's attempt at an open discussion during his vigil had mixed results; we had lots of old-crusty attendees, but fewer newcomers than I'd hoped. [livejournal.com profile] nusbacher did sterling service, drawing people into the discussion and asking the tough questions so those who did take part said it was brilliant.

However, I think we can address this imbalance with more leadup time and priming people to think about the 'deep questions', and hold such a discussion whether there is a peerage to take place or not. Raglan is a great time to do it, with several long evenings to fill with company.

My sweetie was in good humour; he was tired from setup but had wit to spare, and we had a succession of evenings round the campfire with friends in stitches from his commentary.

Don Domin, watching Robert marshal and direct the torchlight tourney, commented to me that 'he's so good at this'; setting the tone of the tourney, providing the sense of occasion with a start, middle and finish. I sometimes forget just how good he is in that regard, and that not all kingdoms have a Master Robert.

Wrap up

Last Sunday saw the end of a hurricane with lots of rain and very high winds, so many people decided to start packing earlier rather than later including us. Our man-and-van arrived early and we packed out to reach S London early afternoon through slashing rain on the roads, and C London by midafternoon.

We staggered in our own door to joyous feline greetings by 4ish on Monday and treated ourselves to dinner at the kebab shop. With [livejournal.com profile] goncalves visiting for a course we paid £10.50 to feed 3 people with fresh juice for everyone. Awesome.
abendgules: (archery)
Very Very short version:

Splendid event.
Lots of weather.
Felt truly pleasant.
Met and visited with fine folks.
Ate better than most people do in fine restaurants.
The Grace hound is the most popular dog I've ever met.
We're buying a futon for camping.

I'm desperate to write up the good stuff from Raglan, because it was one of the best I remember, tail-end-of-Hurricane Bertha notwithstanding. (Over the week, two nights and one day of periodic downpours, thunder and lightning right overhead, lots and lots and lots of water underfoot.)

It was one of the most relaxed for me, because I'd decided to organise less, leaving me free to take part and help out in more.

I still pitched in: one day stewarding, one class, some marshalling for fencing and archery. Some court business, including Maistre Pol's vigil and elevation.

But I fenced and shot more than last year, or possibly even the year before. I was still crap, because of lack of practice, but I still savoured the occasional hit on someone (w/ rapier, *not* shooting anyone).

And I felt better and enjoyed it more. I felt freer to just hang with people rather than chase a schedule and that was a great feeling, something I'd missed.

But: I'm flat out again at work.

The Great Britsh Holiday(tm) is underway and half the office is disappearing for the next two weeks, leaving an even more skeletal staff than usual, with a mad schedule.

So when I get home I turn into a cat sofa, stretched out on top of the existing sofa.

(Haggis prefers to sit on a thing, on top of a thing. So given the whole floor to sit on, she'll sit on the fabric you're cutting; given the whole tabletop, she'll sit on the paper you're reading. Same applies to sofas.)

Haggis appears intent on catching up on lost loves from last week, so it's hard to move out from under a determined loves-seeking feline lump. Especially if you don't want to move that much.

Hope to remedy this soon.
abendgules: (home sweet canvas home)
What was the same:

Beautiful site, with run of the castle after hours.
People enjoying camping, doing medieval stuff together, letting the kids run, and playing nicely.

What was different:
Read more... )
abendgules: (home sweet canvas home)
Happily, [livejournal.com profile] edith_hedingham took pics of this cupboard, that made such a difference to the kitchen setup. I can recommend it to anyone who does flat-pack furniture for medieval camping. You'll have to consult Paul or Thomas on assembly, but I think it's reasonably self-explanatory.
abendgules: (home sweet canvas home)
Reduced - well, it's no longer got walls
Reuse - it's a former pavalino, replaced after 10 years service
Recycle - ...now going on to a new life as an arming tent

My clever sweetie was hard at work in the heat on the weekend, finishing a lingering UFO (UnFinished Object): making an arming tent out of a pavilion top, left to us by Dubheasa and Terafan some years ago.

Is this cool or what?

Genevieve sample included for scale.
It's just tall enough for Robert to stand in, and large enough for two camp beds. Requires just one pole, and a dozen stakes.

Best of all...having it here reminds us of Terafan and Dubheasa. I think of them every time I handle purple-painted canvas.

abendgules: (15thc_worker)
 Last weekend at Tretower court, camping with his Majesty and his family, served as an excellent shakedown trip, to remind us both of how we assemble camping kit, what bits we're likely to forget, and how thankful we are that our stakes are made of foot-long lengths of steel rebar, rather than authentic wooden pegs. Pegs lovely, yes, but not nearly as secure as rebar.

The high winds on the weekend still knocked down the awning on Sir Vitus' tent, but the rest remained secure (with some remedial pounding-in after 2am), and only a single candlestick suffered from the collapse. AND, fortunately, no pavilion came down completely.

Thanks to the weather, it wasn't as restful an event as it could have been, but it was still excellent. Some highlights:

- taking part in the court to elevate [livejournal.com profile] goncalves  to the Order of the Dragon's Steel, before a home crowd of friends

- witnessing [livejournal.com profile] nusbacher  being made a Herald Extraordinary by Schwazdrachen's hand, with the title Sans Merci. She had the steel, while offering her homage to the king, to ask for a wage for this honour(!), putting His Majesty somewhat on the spot, but agreed to a settlement to be hammered out in due course.

- trying out Cut and Thrust with his highness Cernac - it was a great learning weekend for me, for [livejournal.com profile] maredudd1066  and also for Don Domin, one of the recent arrivals in the kingdom. Maredudd was dancing up and down - C&T is the Goldilocks combat for him, just right for his frame, and fits well with previous combat training.
Domin's former homeland in Outlands holds no great fondness for C&T, and had resisted it for a long time, so this was his first time to try it out in earnest with Cernac and Duarte, which was a delight to watch. 

It was really brilliant to see experienced fencers working through their familiar carefully-learned moves with the added bonus of percussive cuts - they all looked right, like something out of a cross-period 15th-16th century manual, and were clearly like pigs in the mire, enjoying themselves enormously. 

On Sunday morning, we practiced in one of the upstairs chambers at Tretower, which was a long gallery lit by windows set deep in the walls - it was like a beautiful fencing salon. Fabulous.  Hopefully some of Domin's pics to follow.

- And of course, the centrepiece was the feast, served by [livejournal.com profile] jpgsawyer  and [livejournal.com profile] edith_hedingham  - 15th c feast, in a 15th c furnished hall. Everyone had clearly read the etiquette book and made an all-out effort to meet the standard - napkin on one shoulder, serving by order of precedence, taking food with the left hand, eating with the right hand. It was very cool and there was not one single bottle or can on a single table - everything looked right.

In the crash space hall, [livejournal.com profile] sharikkamur  did extraordinary service in providing breakfast for the masses, including cooked breakfast and waffles (NOM NOM NOM). Knowing that it was essentially only a tea-kitchen, I think she was mad to offer, and I think by the end of the weekend, she knew she was mad too, but the atmosphere in the hall was very cheery and convivial, which was wonderful.

There are two more revels planned at Tretower for this year, and they can only get better.
abendgules: (home sweet canvas home)
Been lying low, mostly concentrating on getting to and from work, getting as much work as I can focus on done, and finishing projects in time for Double Wars. Head still not fully back into work mode, just trying to get stuff directly in front of me done, so as to be moderately useful. Higher planning faculties are still on hiatus...Read more... )
abendgules: (home sweet canvas home)
 1. Where are you camping?
Next week I'll be camping on the grounds of a 15th c Welsh castle, north and west of Newport, on the road to Abergavenny.

Our encampment is 'under the bridge', next to the moat, and is full of medieval foodies. [livejournal.com profile] jpgsawyer and [livejournal.com profile] edith_hedingham  are planning a fish day on Friday, feast for 14+ cooked over the fire on Saturday and a special dinner for Robert's birthday on Sunday.

We will eat til we roll off the battlements, and then retire to the splendour of our canopied bed in our pavilion.

2. When are you arriving?
We arrive Thurs 5th August, and leave Monday 9th August - the whole event.

3. What cool stuff are you doing?
Camping on the grounds of a medieval castle isn't enough?? Sheeeesh...

I'm helping to run the event as one of the stewards. Also: teaching naalbinding, sticking my head into the scriptorium, possibly doing archery marshalling, teaching dance. Hoping and praying it doesn't rain too much.

4. What is your SCA name?
Genevieve la flechiere, of Thamesreach, Insulae Draconis
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(It's taking too long to write up the whole thing in one post, so I'm breaking it up to post bits and pieces.)

The furnishings, pavilion bits and clothes are finally put away for another year.
From unpromising beginnings, this proved to be a lovely Raglan Fair.
We travelled with Sir Vitus and his baggage train, along with his squire Edricus, and our friend Wulfgar, who was visiting from Lochac. The trip flew by in the catching up with Edricus - we hadn't seen him in several months.
We arrived mid-afternoon Thurs in serious high-wind conditions - just minutes after[info]jpgsawyer's pavilion centre pole had snapped and dropped on Lady M.'s head, demonstrating that really, we were Having Weather(TM).
As we were supposed to set up right next to this spot (on the bowling green, on a very exposed corner of the castle site) were weren't too certain about our own chances of getting set up safely. And when it was up, the wind was lifting the whole pavilion from the bottom like a breeze scooping up under an umbrella, threatening to lift it right off the green like Dorothy's house in Kansas.
Thankfully, Daffyd was willing to negotiate over locations, and we ended up in a more sheltered location next to the castle, beside a pair of arches that supported a bridge onto the bowling green. It was still very windy - it was the first time we'd ever used wind guy ropes - but we didn't feel nearly as likely to blow right off the grounds. Master Paul and milady Anne set up next to us, and [info]jpgsawyer  and Lady M. started setting up the camp kitchen under the arch.
The arch proved a lifesaver - keeping our kitchen area dry and relatively sheltered, providing Thomas with a base to work from for his cooking demo and class, and from whic to serve the fabulous food we ate all weekend. We were isolated from most of the other campers, but with the smell of woodsmoke and roasting piggy rising from the kitchen, everyone knew where we were!

Thursday evening HRM Judith arrived safely and was welcomed in the Polonius camp to visit and pass the time with good food and company. I left her in the care of these fine gents, and headed to bed.

Friday was a bit soggy: but of all days to rain, this was the best, as only general classes and fun activities were scheduled, things that were a bit more flexible than Viceroy tourney and courts. I spent some time scribing, and some time doing archery marshalling - Merlin was once more running a window shoot, which is great fun.
On Friday evening, Her Majesty presided at court (heralded skilfully by [info]nusbacher), and was pleased to hear Sir Vitus and Edricus establish a contract, drafted by Robert, penned by yours truly. And nz_bookwyrm got his long-overdue AoA. Hurrah for Thamesreach!
Saturday was WIIIIIIIND-Y, really windy, but dry for the Viceroy tournament, and the fighting was great to watch. Wulfgar, visiting from Lochac, confirmed that many fighters had improved their skills noticeably since his last visit a couple of years ago, which is always good to hear.
Robert had one of his best tourneys, fighting with confidence and control - noone caught him completely flat-footed, and I think he fought the bouts the way he planned and expected to. He won at least as many as he lost.
The final was between Sir Alaric and Master Sigmundr, with the unsurprising outcome of Alaric and Nerissa winning.  However, it was by no means handed to Alaric, and the best 2 of 3 with 9 other fighters ensured he earned it - this tourney held more bouts than the Crown tournament he won a couple of years ago, which frankly is as it should be, IMO. I want to be confident that the winner of the tourney has won with both skill and stamina, rather than just luck.
One especial pleasure of the tourney was having three women heralds calling the bouts: Lady Katherine Gordon from F'heath, [info]nusbacher  (who also boasted us in - it's fun to have a stately walk in with someone reading our honours), and [info]kirieldp  took turns.

More to come! especially if Edricus posts his photos...

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Just some good stuff, and stuff to improve:because it's more fun than jobhunting )


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