and Les Journées Médiévals were a rip-roaring success.
Despite the weather being so filthy that we couldn’t hand out flyers at all the local markets there was a record number of people there.
artisanal beer made locally (strangely enough that had a lot of people around it!), a local artist, pottery, manuscript maker, a seller of leather-bound dream books, all the gear a small wanna-be medieval soldier could want
The blacksmith was doing his stuff and it seems impossible to think that this elfin creature (she comes up to my shoulder) is a stone mason and worked on the restauration of the doorway at the château.
Brian Blessed’s relation was doing a splendid job of demonstrating basic fighting techniques
And one of the most pleasing things of all: the rescue association for the galgos, Spanish hunting dogs that are treated appallingly, was there.
These dogs are so loving, so forgiving, and there are associations all over France desperately looking for homes for them. One of my daughter’s friends adopted little Cara, the smallest of the galgos,