A farmers toast!

Let the wealthy and great, Roll in splendour and state, I envy them not i declare it, I eat my own lamb, My chickens and ham, I shear my own fleece and i wear it, I have lawns,I have bowers, I have fruits,I have flowers, The lark is my morning alarmer, So joyful boy's now, Here's god speed the plough, Long life and success to the farmer!!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The medieval fayre.

The photo has nothing whatsoever to do with the blog it's me and pili on the village sports day the photo was taken by colon we hadn't noticed the sign....

It is now a Tradition with a capital T a family and friend one; The Ludlow medieval fayre! i wish i could be as eloquent as some of you at describing events but here goes.

We always wait until dark! its got to be dark ! the atmosphere in the castle ruins with its walls looming above you , the cobbles and mud either tripping you or making you slip, the woodsmoke smoke from the open fires and chestnut stalls making the air hazy and making the stallholders and organisers all in authentic costume made me feel like i'd slipped back in time and landed in the middle of an elizabeth chadwick novel ..The amazingingly blummin brilliant musicians whose old instrumants, [serpentine is the only name i remember] and gravvely voices, throb in my soul and before you know it i,m jigging about with the artists having a great time [ this is before the mulled wine] how is it possible to lose a group of 10 of us i don't know but i did...maybe they hid?

Theres a man there every year selling authentic copies of stone ware pots at very reasonable prices, so i treated myself to two mead pots and a hand washer [ a very clever device]And learned the history of all his other bits and pieces prompted by curious Nell.

Then into the tents for mulled wine Hmmmm lots of !! , cider and fruit possets .. the smell of the clove oranges was delicious immedietly the christmas feeling is upon me and and i shop until the the knight , whose hauberk i threatened undo escorted us out...and the evening continued in that theme i'm afraid !!! I think it was when the franciscan monk told me to go and dance!! he'd look after my bag!!! "Just cos your wearing a Habit" "doesnt mean i have to trust you" i said "i've watched Robin hood you know"........


  1. That sounds fab Bodran. We are putting on hte pot for mulled wine tomorrow and it will stay on till Christmas is over - hurrah!!!! x

  2. I presume the monk in the dirty habit wasnt a rugby player from Craven Arms....they usually are! Then they double up as bouncers in the Blue Boar!!!
    Have you been to the summer festival ...open air theatre in the same setting ...bring your own bin bag ...to wear of course! The monks are then smartly attired in DJ and bow ties!!!

  3. Oh Bodran, it just sounds like a fantastic time. I am turning deep, deeper greenish wishing that I could have been there myself.

    (Ignorant, but sincere question: what is posset?) Please do laugh, but please do let me know!

    Also quite liked seeing the photo of the mobile in your just prior blog.

    You really are a special lady, Ms. Bodran. Keep dancing!