Saturday it rained for the 4th day in a row, Lily (the dancer I met Friday)
came by for massage. Later I cooked 35 gallons of stew for
House Staghold.
Camilla
and I have cooked that stew for all who come to Staghold (My own SCA household)
for 9 years, This year we served it to all who came to both our camp and the
The Barony of Atenveldt's
bardic event on Saturday. (Until now it's always been Friday that we served the
stew, for the first time it was on Saturday). On stew night no-one else at the
war else needs to cook or do dishes.
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My pavilion
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Again
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It was the 4th rainy day
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Wet roads
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A wet field
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The stew being served by a volunteer who loved the job so much we had to summon 'her grace' the Baroness to let others serve.
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The stew Camille and I cook being served by one of the Baroness's ladies
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The Staghold Treb
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wet Staghold
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more wet
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The Staghold Treb.
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Ariana (Laura)
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Staghold (a little wet)
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Staghold
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The Baroness and Spellsinger
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Otto may want revenge
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Spellsinger, Her grace, and the Bard of the Sun
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Atenveldt bardic competition
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Atenveldt bardic competition
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Atenveldt bardic competition
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A bard at the Atenveldt bardic competition
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Inside my pavilion
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My pavilion inside view
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Lily came by for massage.
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Lily on my massage table
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