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Caerphilly seige at Easter
Caerphilly is one of the most special castles in Britain. Proper fairy tale stuff: when you try to imagine a ruined castle with moats and towers and derelict stonework, you could do worse than to imagine Caerphilly. We do several shows a year here - it's starting to feel like home, and there's nothing quite so cool as driving your car over the drawbridge and through the barbican, so you can pitch your tent in the outer bailey. 
This time around was special for another reason too: it was our friend Kim's first event. We've spent hours over her kit - underdress, overdress, hood and cloak, because she insisted she really didn't fancy dressing up in lad's kit. Until she realised that was the only way to play with seige engines. And that, I think, was when her event became properly fun. 
For me, the fun began a week earlier, finalising the menu for the weekend, which I had boldly (recklessly?) volunteered to cook. We were a merry band of 35 or so this weekend, and Liz, Steph and I aced the cooking. Flavours worked, the hot things were served hot, the cold things were cool, and we hardly burned a thing on the open fire - not even ourselves! We used up virtually everything we brought with us, and people kept coming up for seconds. We can't wait to do it again.
Caerphilly is one of the most special castles in Britain. Proper fairy tale stuff: when you try to imagine a ruined castle with moats and towers and derelict stonework, you could do worse than to imagine Caerphilly. We do several shows a year here - it's starting to feel like home, and there's nothing quite so cool as driving your car over the drawbridge and through the barbican, so you can pitch your tent in the outer bailey. 
This time around was special for another reason too: it was our friend Kim's first event. We've spent hours over her kit - underdress, overdress, hood and cloak, because she insisted she really didn't fancy dressing up in lad's kit. Until she realised that was the only way to play with seige engines. And that, I think, was when her event became properly fun. 
For me, the fun began a week earlier, finalising the menu for the weekend, which I had boldly (recklessly?) volunteered to cook. We were a merry band of 35 or so this weekend, and Liz, Steph and I aced the cooking. Flavours worked, the hot things were served hot, the cold things were cool, and we hardly burned a thing on the open fire - not even ourselves! We used up virtually everything we brought with us, and people kept coming up for seconds. We can't wait to do it again.
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