Mount Hope have swung open for another span of faire days upon the shire. This time however, we welcomed a new pair of monarchs, King Henry the VIII and Catherine of Aragon. It was exciting, yelling out "Long Live the King" for the first time, since there's never been a king there as long as I've been attending.
As with any new cast the first weekend is a bit stiff, but I'm looking forward to seeing them completely at one with their roles. Also, there's so much to see even without attending the shows, the glittering jewelry shops, colorful glass ornaments, wooden and steal swords, leather goods and that's just the sights. The shire smells of roasted turkey legs, incense, handmade soap, apple wine, funnel cakes wrapped around sticks which are so delectable that it negates the anachronism of deep frying in Tudor Times.
The best part of it all was being there with friends and making new ones. One of the cast, a privy wench adopted me and my two friends as her siblings and introduced us a family the entire day. She even remembered our names. A fellow faire goer advised us on buying costumes and shared with us about another faire she attends. There is so much comradery at Renaissance Faires. Parents can allow their kids to accept beads from strangers dressed as pyrates , people freely compliment each others costumes (even regular clothes) and weapons. There's a sense of acceptance that makes it a wonderful place to return to time and time again.
King Henry VIII