My sister and I decided to spend a couple hours out at the Castle. It's only about a half hour drive down the turnpike from me. It was beautiful outside with a chance of showers later in the afternoon (we got back to our car just in time too).
One of the great things about our Faire is how in character the workers are. We tried to walk into a gift shop and were stopped by two Scotsmen. "The queen's in there. We just need ta make sure ye donna have any weapons on ye." My sister and I exchanged glances, and being the doofus that I am I said, "Just my cell phone." Both kilted-men looked at me dumbfounded. "Wha..?" Of course! He's not supposed to know what a cell phone is. I'm in his world, not mine anymore. "Nope, no weapons." The big guy let us pass, eyeing us suspiciously. Sis looked around and whispered, "The queen's not in here." But just to the left was the queen, and thankfully she didn't hear her (they will put you in the stocks or make a fool of you in the jousting ring for such offenses).
Mostly we scoped out the Faire, looking at handmade weapons, period garb, beautiful jewelry (I got myself a very pretty ring). Really we were looking for food. Everyone knows that when you go to any kind of outdoor festival, you're really there to try all the fun food. Turkey legs, jugs of beer (literally, JUGS!), roasted corn on the cob! Just the smell is like Heaven! We each decided we were going to get walking tacos (hubbs is the turkey leg fan; neither of us care for dark meat).
Walking tacos are crushed Doritos with all the fixins of a normal taco on top. Lettuce, cheese, ground beef, salsa, sour cream, jalapenos. It had it all. They were decent, nothing to really write home about, but good. The strawberry lemonade on the other hand...WOW!!! It was just the right amount of sweet and bitter to quench our thirst (although we did try to get a second cup; they were out of strawberry though).
We stopped to watch the show put on by The Jolly Rogers. These guys are funny! The show is PG-13 (with the exception of one song that is labeled PG-31; don't ask, you have to see it for yourself). The show is bawdry and clever, the singing is really good, and the set is a pretty cool pirate ship.
Walking past the Celtic Quarter and the Gypsy Encampment, we came across the king himself, Henry VIII, escorted by a French knight and several other liveried gentlemen. The entire time we walked around, my sister kept saying under her breath to me, "Well I didn't vote for 'im." Needless to say, she was none too happy to come across her least favorite monarch (she didn't know that Henry and his daughter Elizabeth are the royal figure-heads for the Faire. Somehow I managed to get her to sneak a picture of him while the frenchie kept giving us curious looks as if to say, "What is that strange contraption you've got there?"
I wish we could have spent more than the two hours we got, but very dark clouds were rolling in pretty fast followed by increasingly more threatening thunderclaps. It's still open through tomorrow, so who knows. I may just make a second trip out this weekend.