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yakalskovich) wrote2010-05-02 07:55 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2010-05-02 07:55 pm
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Picture post: Breakfast in the middle ages
Today, I went out long before wake-up time (especially for a Sunday) to meet the Nazgul and have brunch at the medieval market.
On Friday, the bloke at the fur stall had given me some scraps of sheepskin for free because I said I just wanted it for my cats; and before I even went out, I took this picture of Mephi playing with a bit of it to show him and say thanks again.
The actual breakfast was a bit meh; they had clearly underestimated the throngs that would arrive, so started out with common or garden breakfast, totally ran out of bowls, then went to all food stalls and begged for scraps to feed people, so the best food came last. But it was fun to see armed men pad about in their padded under-coats looking monumentally bleary. Here, you see the Nazgul coming back with seconds, which turned out to be a really good bread roll piping hot from one of the stalls.
After it cleared up a little, we went for a stroll around the area, which was quite extensive and later filled up nicely. Here, clouds and puddles are still very much in evidence.
In one of the camp sites, they displayed the gear of a generic middle Asian steppe barbarian. Note the way the arrows are arranged neatly in that open gorytos.
The portable camp site forge again. If you want an icon of it,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ceitfianna, just tell me.
Small siege engine, some sort of ballista with an arm and a cup that throws tennis ball sized stones.
The lady on stilts performed to empty seats and puddles, at first.
Movable bath-house. I wouldn't want to bathe all in the open; also, if it's cold enough to want a really hot bath, you'd prefer to be inside.
Another portable forge.
Forge fire
The Nazgul picks an arrow. She took quite some time to decide.
Then, the bloke at the bow-and-arrow stall fitted the arrows with tips: first sharpening the shaft with a big pencil sharpener...
... then cutting off a bit at the top...
And finally clamping the arrowhead (simple bodkin type) to the shaft with special pliers.
The Nazgul now owns three arrows, all told, but no bow yet. She might be working towards one in this manner, who knows. Here, you see a display of unstrung recurve bows. We shot recurves at the stall, too, but didn't take any pictures of that because we were busy shooting. I quite easily hit a boar effigy at the very end of the shooting range. I like how softly and smoothly the recurves pull back, and what a terrible punch they pack for it. The guy there said I ought to use the muscles in my back, not my arm, and once I got that right, it wasn't all that hard to pull it really far back. That boar would have been so dead! If it had been alive to begin with, that is.
Then, we took pictures of our full costumes in front of a handy lilac bush. The cap is new and much more comfortable than the headscarf was. I bought it already towards what we're planning for Kaltenberg.
Nazgul, with arrows and furry wolpertinger bag.
I bought a large clay mug, too. It takes about a pint. Here I am with a pint of mead beer, once more merrily quaffing to the camera.
Over her not-quite-pint in a clay cup belonging too the mead stall, the Nazgul dreamily ponders what costumes to make next.
Scotsmen seem to be quite the trend in this year's middle ages, as we already saw on Friday. This one seemed to be wearing half a buffalo, and his kilt was quite out of kilter.
We were quite fascinated by this raccoon tail cape and speculated that if it was made from a single animal, it might have been born in Ukraine about 20 years ago...
Here's the Nazgul queueing to return her mug.
Knight in shiny armour with his lady. Look, no chain mail mini-skirt!
Then, a very annoying joking juggler named Jolandolo came on again; he'd got on our nerves on Friday already with his loud shouting and atrocious puns, and today at the other stage, too. So we decided to flee, and not a moment too soon. When I came out of the train station at home, it was starting to rain in earnest again and has been ever since. Here you see the Nazgul on the bus, with her arrows.
The feathers on the arrows are somewhat twisted, as you can see in this macro picture, especially on the blue one.-
On Friday, the bloke at the fur stall had given me some scraps of sheepskin for free because I said I just wanted it for my cats; and before I even went out, I took this picture of Mephi playing with a bit of it to show him and say thanks again.
The actual breakfast was a bit meh; they had clearly underestimated the throngs that would arrive, so started out with common or garden breakfast, totally ran out of bowls, then went to all food stalls and begged for scraps to feed people, so the best food came last. But it was fun to see armed men pad about in their padded under-coats looking monumentally bleary. Here, you see the Nazgul coming back with seconds, which turned out to be a really good bread roll piping hot from one of the stalls.
After it cleared up a little, we went for a stroll around the area, which was quite extensive and later filled up nicely. Here, clouds and puddles are still very much in evidence.
In one of the camp sites, they displayed the gear of a generic middle Asian steppe barbarian. Note the way the arrows are arranged neatly in that open gorytos.
The portable camp site forge again. If you want an icon of it,
ceitfianna, just tell me.Small siege engine, some sort of ballista with an arm and a cup that throws tennis ball sized stones.
The lady on stilts performed to empty seats and puddles, at first.
Movable bath-house. I wouldn't want to bathe all in the open; also, if it's cold enough to want a really hot bath, you'd prefer to be inside.
Another portable forge.
Forge fire
The Nazgul picks an arrow. She took quite some time to decide.
Then, the bloke at the bow-and-arrow stall fitted the arrows with tips: first sharpening the shaft with a big pencil sharpener...
... then cutting off a bit at the top...
And finally clamping the arrowhead (simple bodkin type) to the shaft with special pliers.
The Nazgul now owns three arrows, all told, but no bow yet. She might be working towards one in this manner, who knows. Here, you see a display of unstrung recurve bows. We shot recurves at the stall, too, but didn't take any pictures of that because we were busy shooting. I quite easily hit a boar effigy at the very end of the shooting range. I like how softly and smoothly the recurves pull back, and what a terrible punch they pack for it. The guy there said I ought to use the muscles in my back, not my arm, and once I got that right, it wasn't all that hard to pull it really far back. That boar would have been so dead! If it had been alive to begin with, that is.
Then, we took pictures of our full costumes in front of a handy lilac bush. The cap is new and much more comfortable than the headscarf was. I bought it already towards what we're planning for Kaltenberg.
Nazgul, with arrows and furry wolpertinger bag.
I bought a large clay mug, too. It takes about a pint. Here I am with a pint of mead beer, once more merrily quaffing to the camera.
Over her not-quite-pint in a clay cup belonging too the mead stall, the Nazgul dreamily ponders what costumes to make next.
Scotsmen seem to be quite the trend in this year's middle ages, as we already saw on Friday. This one seemed to be wearing half a buffalo, and his kilt was quite out of kilter.
We were quite fascinated by this raccoon tail cape and speculated that if it was made from a single animal, it might have been born in Ukraine about 20 years ago...
Here's the Nazgul queueing to return her mug.
Knight in shiny armour with his lady. Look, no chain mail mini-skirt!
Then, a very annoying joking juggler named Jolandolo came on again; he'd got on our nerves on Friday already with his loud shouting and atrocious puns, and today at the other stage, too. So we decided to flee, and not a moment too soon. When I came out of the train station at home, it was starting to rain in earnest again and has been ever since. Here you see the Nazgul on the bus, with her arrows.
The feathers on the arrows are somewhat twisted, as you can see in this macro picture, especially on the blue one.-
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Here's an icon of the whole arrangement; if you'd like a more detailed one of an area, just say which.-
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I love the new avatar!
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