Mitcheldean 2012
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ladyofastolatWe got home from Mitcheldean this afternoon, having returned via Winchcombe and Calleva Atrebatum. This will probably be a short write-up, since sitting hurts (as does standing, lying down and walking, which is rather unfortunate.) There are pics.
Friday (that's Friday 27th July, note, not Friday August 3rd.)
We travelled up after work, arriving in time to eat some lovely quiche and settle down to watch the Olympics opening ceremony. Nay-sayers were won over, but some heckling did happen. I'm hoping that someone accidentally will accidentally press the button that released the dark satanic mills, causing them to rise up into the air during a race, taking the hurdles with them. I failed to find all the "non-Sporcle countries" - i.e. the extra countries that took the total above the 196 that I know from the Sporcle countries quiz - since I hadn't taken into account the fact that tha Vatican (a Sporcle country) doesn't compete. I think it should be forced to compete if it wants to keep its country status. I want to see hurdling cardinals!
Saturday
Some of us headed off to Tintern, by successfully avoiding taking the Cinderford Road. For some reason, by the end of the journey, this had evolved into withering sneering whenever Cinderford was as much as mentioned. However, sneering aside, we made it to Tintern, where Pellinor corrected a medieval armour guy, and failed to be a very good spinster. Then we ate Welsh rarebit, ate ice cream, and didn't buy anything in an expensive book shop. I think we watched Mr Smith Goes to Washington in the evening, but since I fell asleep for a large amount of it, I'm not sure why he went or what he did there.
Sunday
Na'lon and I went for a short walk above the village in the morning, shortly before almost everybody else, including most of the children, went for a similar walk. Ours was in sunshine. There's included the most enormous rainstorm imaginable, and many tears. While they were getting drenched, four of us tried to take over Westeros, but only the Lannisters succeeded, since the Greyjoys were filling the role of Sers Not Appearing In This Game, so didn't fight back. In the afternoon we watched The African Queen, and I actually did some cross stitch, this being the One Useful and/or Creative Thing I did all week, despite bringing many things with me.
Monday
Pellinor, Neuromancer and I headed into Wales and climbed Pen y Fan and a couple of other Brecon Beacons. It kept raining all around us, but didn't do much raining on top of us. Pellinor made up for this unexpected lack of drench by plunging knee deep into a bog, and staying there floundering just long enough for me to flash to various Deaths By Bog in English Literature.
Tuesday
Several of us spent all day playing Republic of Rome, while eating copious chips and dips. Rome fell twice, depressingly quickly, and just managed to cling on during the third play through, at which point we had to suspend the game for dinner. All my generals were pretty good at wining wars, but all died in their hour of victory, or of plague on the way home.
Wednesday
On Wednesday morning, I went for a walk, as recounted at the time. On Wednesday afternoon, I was attacked by a tree. I am now a tiny bit more mobile than I was on Wednesday evening, but in no less pain. :-( At least the medicinal port helped distract me on Wednesday evening. :-)
Oh, and here's a notice I saw shortly before doom struck, showing the cutest caterpillar IN THE WORLD!
Thursday
I found that gentle walking was better for my back than sitting down, so Pellinor and I went to Raglan Castle, which was littered with notices warning us that we might bump our heads, fall to our doom, trip over stones or get sore eyes. We managed to avoid all these fates, then headed into Monmouth, where we wandered for a little, but my various aches and pains meant that I couldn't concentrate on reading plaques or visiting museums. Henry V was born in Monmouth, and is commemorated in a somewhat sheepish statue. I think I watched some gymnastics after we got back, but went early to bed and missed out on all the raucous singing.
Friday
Yesterday we went to visit my parents, but didn't do anything of note, except chat, and go out for dinner in a local pub.
Saturday
On the way home today, we popped into the dig at Calleva Atrebatum and watched them dig up the Iron Age.
Friday (that's Friday 27th July, note, not Friday August 3rd.)
We travelled up after work, arriving in time to eat some lovely quiche and settle down to watch the Olympics opening ceremony. Nay-sayers were won over, but some heckling did happen. I'm hoping that someone accidentally will accidentally press the button that released the dark satanic mills, causing them to rise up into the air during a race, taking the hurdles with them. I failed to find all the "non-Sporcle countries" - i.e. the extra countries that took the total above the 196 that I know from the Sporcle countries quiz - since I hadn't taken into account the fact that tha Vatican (a Sporcle country) doesn't compete. I think it should be forced to compete if it wants to keep its country status. I want to see hurdling cardinals!
Saturday
Some of us headed off to Tintern, by successfully avoiding taking the Cinderford Road. For some reason, by the end of the journey, this had evolved into withering sneering whenever Cinderford was as much as mentioned. However, sneering aside, we made it to Tintern, where Pellinor corrected a medieval armour guy, and failed to be a very good spinster. Then we ate Welsh rarebit, ate ice cream, and didn't buy anything in an expensive book shop. I think we watched Mr Smith Goes to Washington in the evening, but since I fell asleep for a large amount of it, I'm not sure why he went or what he did there.
Sunday
Na'lon and I went for a short walk above the village in the morning, shortly before almost everybody else, including most of the children, went for a similar walk. Ours was in sunshine. There's included the most enormous rainstorm imaginable, and many tears. While they were getting drenched, four of us tried to take over Westeros, but only the Lannisters succeeded, since the Greyjoys were filling the role of Sers Not Appearing In This Game, so didn't fight back. In the afternoon we watched The African Queen, and I actually did some cross stitch, this being the One Useful and/or Creative Thing I did all week, despite bringing many things with me.
Monday
Pellinor, Neuromancer and I headed into Wales and climbed Pen y Fan and a couple of other Brecon Beacons. It kept raining all around us, but didn't do much raining on top of us. Pellinor made up for this unexpected lack of drench by plunging knee deep into a bog, and staying there floundering just long enough for me to flash to various Deaths By Bog in English Literature.
Tuesday
Several of us spent all day playing Republic of Rome, while eating copious chips and dips. Rome fell twice, depressingly quickly, and just managed to cling on during the third play through, at which point we had to suspend the game for dinner. All my generals were pretty good at wining wars, but all died in their hour of victory, or of plague on the way home.
Wednesday
On Wednesday morning, I went for a walk, as recounted at the time. On Wednesday afternoon, I was attacked by a tree. I am now a tiny bit more mobile than I was on Wednesday evening, but in no less pain. :-( At least the medicinal port helped distract me on Wednesday evening. :-)
Oh, and here's a notice I saw shortly before doom struck, showing the cutest caterpillar IN THE WORLD!
Thursday
I found that gentle walking was better for my back than sitting down, so Pellinor and I went to Raglan Castle, which was littered with notices warning us that we might bump our heads, fall to our doom, trip over stones or get sore eyes. We managed to avoid all these fates, then headed into Monmouth, where we wandered for a little, but my various aches and pains meant that I couldn't concentrate on reading plaques or visiting museums. Henry V was born in Monmouth, and is commemorated in a somewhat sheepish statue. I think I watched some gymnastics after we got back, but went early to bed and missed out on all the raucous singing.
Friday
Yesterday we went to visit my parents, but didn't do anything of note, except chat, and go out for dinner in a local pub.
Saturday
On the way home today, we popped into the dig at Calleva Atrebatum and watched them dig up the Iron Age.
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Date: 2012-08-04 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-04 04:39 pm (UTC)Alternatively, given the apparent position of Henry's baton: "Once more unto the breeches, dear friends!"
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Date: 2012-08-04 08:39 pm (UTC)