As the joust began, I left my sweetheart watching and wandered the site. What strikes me is the dichotomy between those there from 1485 and those from 2015. The intermingling was so casual, so every day.
As the joust progressed and one knight after another was defeated, the watching crowd became more engrossed.
I wonder if one of them might become a knight one day, to perform at recreations just like this.
Some people simply suit 1485.
She rushes across the arena; for what purpose, I do not know, but she is intent of arriving in time.
Meanwhile, back at the joust ….
The lord’s lady congratulates the contestants.
She is not a lady, but she has standing in her own right.
It were ever thus … a pretty face captures the eye.
As the joust progressed toward its conclusion, I had the pleasure of watching one little family from 1485. They were on the edge of the arena, Mama and little one sitting with grandparents from 2015, playing, laughing, watching, and Da standing protectively behind. This little girl was such a delight.
This is my favourite from this series. Her whole body is involved in the excitement of the joust, from the tips of her little toes, to the top of her head.
I’ve been to Renn Fairs in Canada and they’ve always been a good time, but there is a sense that this is a show and you are the audience. Here in England there is a different feel. It’s much more casual; less ‘show-like’. Suddenly, a field that is generally empty becomes a city of tents with a market, archery practice, a pub, food stalls, families eating meals cooked on open fires using recipes we haven’t had in centuries. Every day people living every day lives and you are invited to join them.
Next week, some of the Animals of Bosworth.