I suppose that now I have the internet there really is no excuse for not writing more often, and what better way to step up the pace than recalling the saga of our adventures amongst the southerners. The ten year anniversary of building at Whychurst, Regia's permenant site, came about and the ensuing cellebrations inspired Ted to introduce his fancy new banqueting tunic to society. Driving down to Kent was a bit hardcore, though nicely interrupted by the flocks of black kites outside Oxford, but within 5 minuets of arriving we were vowing to do it again, as the place was stunnung.
"a great mead hall meant to be a wonder of the world forever"
"The hall towered, gold-shingled and gabled"
"Then it was like old times in the echoing hall, proud talk and the people happy"The highlight of a weekend that involved defending the burgh from a viking raid, blokes in full Sutton Hoo gear and being woken by wolves at 4am (from the wildlife park next door, its not hyberbole to say it sent shivers down the neck) was undoubtably the feast on saturday night.
"the hall was thronged, and a banquet set forth"
Beowulf
This was true Beowulf territory, the place was thronged with about 90 people, the feast was superb, the mead flowed like a swan-road and the hall was bathed in candlelight and laughter, music and poetry. Definately a time to remember.
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