It was at least ten years hence last I frollicked at the Northern California Renaissance Faire. Sadly, the governors of the Faire, set the faire tyme from August through the day of Labor, all too hot for soul such as meself. In recent years the Faire folk did repair their error of days. Now the Faire thrives from Mid-September to this late day of October- Huzzah! True, t'is still on the warm side, but still, in these autumnal days oft blows a fair wind in corners of the shire of Willingtown.
|Merry shire folk did greet Faire-goers at the entrance with a wink and a smile|
|A lively pair of Rascals with a keg most suspicious...|
Oh such fun was at hand. I found a lady Austringer with her fine Hawk, a handsome fellow. I put to her many queries about her most beauteous fowle.
And too, I did met this young maid falconer with her adorable Kestrel, laiden with tiny jesses a setting upon her wee gloved fist.
I was a-going t'wixt stage & theaters to view songsters and thespians alike. My first stop was to watch exotic dancers of the belly, at the Romany Centre Stage.
|Belly Dancers! My favorites at the Faire|
Whenever I sit at the faire, I keep my hands busy with my spindle, to maketh yarn, least winter find me with no yarn for proper socks. T'was difficult indeed to spin though when viewing Manly Men in Tights on the Royal Garden Stage. T'was easier there to stay in stitches than to produce such!
|Men. In. TIGHTS!|
The deal was struck. I sallied forth, my feet shod in prettiest slippers, so comfortable they felt custom made by fairies of the shire.
Are my new footwear not the daintiest size tens upon which you have ever laid your bonnie eyes?
|Yeomen of Her Majesty's Guard|
|Oh! Note the huge Cyclops in the background - hit a puck, ring the bell (his eye) for a prize|
|The dear lass on the right had a peg leg! No doubt from an encounter with a pirate.|
|How concerned they were to discipline their wee ape!|
I did visit with a lovely mare near the tournament area - she had the most friendly nicker and allowed me to stroke her silvery mane. In the stall nearby stood a most fine black steed of Holland, with a young groom by his side. How I love the scent of fine horse flesh on the autumn aire.
|Industrious lord and lady of the court|
|A cloven-hooved faun talking unto a strange devyse|
After my mini-feast, I espyed several lords and ladies, in the centre of the vast food court, a'staring at the sod. What could be amiss? Venturing forth, what did I find, but this wee fellow, who seemed unperturbed by his betters. Now there was an industrious fellow indeed! Why-ever did it not occur to me to record a wide view of this wee & furry lorde with his surrounding court of admirers?
Then by our sides broke out there a mighty tug of war! Passersby leapt in to grasp the rope to advance their newly adopted side, east or west. It was a steadfast struggle which I joined not, but endeavored to cheer on those stalwart souls to the east.
|At my bidding, the east side WON!|
|Me Faire togs|