I posted one picture at the time, but was too sick to get up the energy for an entire picture post. In fact, on the day, I felt too ill to get up the energy to take pictures much. Most of these, the Nazgul took with my camera. She has a way of looking at medieval merchandise that I quite like.-

( Lots of medieval pictures under the cut! )

My sister suggested that I should adapt the 'Scottish medieval' costume to a version wearable in an everyday context.

Or at least for special occasions, for I can't quite see myself going to work like that.

So, today I did:
( Pictures behind the cut! )

There weren't that many new things this year in Kaltenberg, so this post gets a bit eclectic. For more general pictorial explanations, refer to the post from former years, found through the 'Kaltenberg' tag on my journal.

We went on a Sunday, which meant it was full of kids. That wasn't as bad, actually, as we'd thought. What was bad was that there were hardly any visitors in costume, and nobody cheered for the Black Knight, except us, more or less. We decided not to go on a Sunday again. If we get trouble with rain again, we'll just not go.

But ( on to the pictures! )

Jousting as a serious competition -- thanks to carolinw for the link!

Kaltenberg, I must admit, is all show. We nevertheless plan to go again, on July 24th.

Here I am, agreeing to earn some money with Latin. Somebody I know is doing a Latin training box thingger for middle school student doing Latin, and I agreed to help.

I think I earned money for knowing Latin about, erm, once before? Having done nine years of Latin in school, and then studied Medieval Latin as a minor subject at university, one might say it is a breadless art -- not really, it's the basis for all Western culture, but never mind.

But now, Latin => money!

Now I was waiting for the bus the other day in the Miserable Village, listening to a piece by Helium Vola that happened to be in Latin. I had never heard or seen the lyrics, but found I could follow the medieval Latin without any hitch.

There's no real reason that Latin suddenly comes so much more easily to me again. It's been sort of shaken loose in the last year or two, though, what with two medieval Milliways headvoices who second language (as active as English is for me) was Latin. I do feel that helps...

... and now I have gained:



1) a proper sharpened sahs knife of sturdy steel



2) a dramatic-looking bruise on the inside of my left elbow which was caused by archery: an improperly loosed bow-string snapped against my arm. Ouch!!



Here are the archery butts where it happened. Please note the young orc who wears armour over blue jeans. We found that a tad historically incorrect...

Proper picture post tomorrow, when I have processed the Nazgul's photos!

It is still pissing down hard, and I am so pissed off by not being able to go to Kaltenberg, I even use rude vocabulary and don't thread because my charries would get mun bleed.

One single good thing today: new phone. Having it on hand means I get to take spontaneous pictures of the cats being cute.


Here is Mephi, for example, sitting on the TV and worshipping UFOs.


My kitties, canoodling.-

( Cut for feline TMI, and human lamentation )

Sorry for the low quality of the pictures; you can't take better ones in a mirror, without the flash.-

( Peplum, or no peplum? )

Wheeeee 'Prince Caspian' in Kaltenberg was about the coolest thing ever! Only half the market was open, and what there was was rather emptier than usual, due to the fact that only two thirds of the arena was in use, the rest having been sacrificed to the hugest screen ever.

( And now -- spoiler!! )

For the way back, we got lucky. We refrained from leaving before the film was over to catch the regular bus and last train, and instead were allowed on one of the VIP buses without any fuss or questions. That went from Kaltenberg directly to Munich central station -- so convenient! And totally free. The Nazgul and I sat with a group of rather stoned VIP wannabes that giggled their heads off and knew all the silly songs the abysmal radio station running in that bus were playing. Also, two started rather rough horseplay, but after I announced loudly that we'd throw the corpse off the bus once the first gets killed and we'd all have more room, they stopped.-

Picture post, hopefully, tomorrow. For the moment, I am having my knee nibbled by Mephi; and then I will go to bed.