First weekend of the season back with my regiment in the Sealed Knot has been absolutely cracking. Most of it was spent with the Boyf and the two Sussex boys but most of the people on our regiment are friends with everyone else so it was great to be back with everyone.
Managed to leave an hour earlier than planned due to being packed up and ready earlier and the managed to do the journey in less than 3 hours without stopping which was nice. Having got to the site we realised that the area in which our regiment had been delegated camping was going to be tight to say the least, therefore we were pitching tents within very close proximity (not always a good thing) so we ended up camped almost under the trees next to one of the Sussex boys.
The afternoon and evening were pretty uneventful with the evening spent at the pub on the edge of the site. This pub turned out to be horrendously over-priced and wasn't visited again unless to use the loos.
Saturday was also rather uneventful as due to the lack of battle (we hadn't realised this before) by was spent mainly sitting around drinking before me and 4 of the boys took a trip to the local Tesco (mainly for more booze). This was highly entertaining due to the Boyf's attempt at directions on the rubbish map we'd been given and the fact that half of us were wearing our kit. This lead to our regiment traitor nearly slipping over in the middle of the busy store on the hobnails on his boots, highly amusing to watch.
That evening was spent with the Boyf and the two Sussex boys on our joint principle of refusing to pay the pub's prices. The evenings were bloody freezing and the family that usually bring the Brasier weren't here do we attempted our own. To be precise this was 3 candles! They were worth it more for the heat than the light but never mind, much fun was had by all and we occasionally got a little more heat when the Boyf and one of the Sussex boys had cups of tea, thanks to the camping stove. Oh and the warming sensation that you get from a swig of good port,
The Sunday was better due to the opportunity to actually do something. Drill in the morning was made midly entertaining by the two Sussex boys (the Boyf would have joined in but he's in the pike block, we're musketeers or in my case carry water for the musket) all they did was pick on me or ask if I was carrying any port instead of water.
The afternoon battle involved a pointlessly long and hilly walk so that we could launch 'a sneak attack' in a planned battle... Which was a very short and quite chaotic affair, which also involved the Sussex boys getting bored and asking for port again.
The evening was spent doing gate guard, something that people usually try and avoid but it was the only place that had a fire and we had chairs, more port and Easter eggs so we were happy to oblige. Much fun was had by all and we staggered off to bed at about 1am.
Monday was well, wet to be quite honest. This was when we realised that none of us in our little group had a tent big enough for us to all sit in, next battle the Boyf and I are taking the 6 person tent which has a great wet weather seating area in the middle. We got dutifully soaked and managed to get out of drill as they didn't want to risk the guns getting wet. All this meant was we were all bored and wet until the afternoon which was spent doing a crappy pre-battle display and then another crappy and unorganised battle before we all plodded home, damp but happy to have taken part.
After a better nights sleep in a proper bed, I'm still not sure that I'm ready to face Tuesday but we'll give it a go anyway.
Back later!
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