beware strange Far Isles folk bringing gifts of wine

[abendgules]

...lest your head pound like a very poundy thing the next day.
Most of my Sunday was spent recuperating from Saturday revel, after what I thought was a very modest intake of white wine, provided by the lovely Sir Tristam Langswerd of the Far Isles, who joined us for good company.
Headaches aside, the revel was excellent: 
a fine turnout of fencers for training with Cedric and Robert (I honestly didn't recognise half the folks hanging around getting ready to fence! wow!);
Nerissa, Nesta and I all got scribing stuff done;
Cedric and Kiera's daughters did some fine painting;
and a circle of ladies knitted and did fibre-ish things (zmiya_san  brought her new carding tools, and was being helped by the toddler to card wool).
We had about 16? 18? for potluck feast, and as usual noone went hungry.
Sir Tristam's presence prompted some singing, and his story-telling was most welcome, and he was happy to join us for a couple of dances.

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:( So sorry I missed it, sounds like it was brilliant