On Friday, prompted by some visiting AnTiri, we went to the British Museum to see one of its occasional displays from the non-display collection - a fabulous Roman serving dish, part of the Mildenhall treasure. (There are some very promising daytime talks about the components of the treasure for thems that can reach them.)
We had a creditable turnout of locals and guests, and spent a goodly 20-30 minutes crawling around the edge of the dish's display cabinet, speculating about how it had been assembled. Other museum guests drifted in and seemed to drift off quickly in comparison.
On to the Holborn Whippet pub for a quick pint, and Robert and I wrapped up at Chang's Noodle (where we enjoyed such a great meal a few weeks ago sending pogbody on to her new home in The Middle of no-whEire). Yum.
We counted it a successful beer and museum: a brief stay at the museum, something learned/considered/admired, and off to the pub. Well done us!
On Saturday, Giovan and Margaret once more invited folks to their home to poke each other with swords and work on assembling clothes. Much happy poking and pinning apparently ensued, sufficient to prompt exmoor_cat to start planning for the next rapier revel in July, which is brilliant.
I'm so pleased: a healthy group is one that gathers on its own, not just at official functions, IMO.