Goodbye power, hello crazy title
One of the funny things about the SCA is the insistence on titles and rank. Kings and Queens are chosen through tournaments, and once they have finished reigning are given the rank of Count/Countess the first time and Duke/Duchess the second.
I'm five foot one. At school I was usually to be found captaining sports teams or tutoring the younger students. If I had been born 100 years earlier, the phrase jolly hockeysticks would have been invented specifically for me. I am so sodding cute and chummy I make myself roll my eyes. So having reams of SCAdians call me Your Grace is simply weird. At events I'm usually to be found with some errant children trying to cadge sweets from me, while I make slightly ribald comments and perhaps wield a boffer sword. Luckily I have the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire to take as a model and will henceforth be sure to talk far more about gardening and riding. Go Debo!
Anyway, the actual Midwinter event that we just stepped down at was glorious. The weather was cool and misty, but not freezing as we had been led to expect. Which is a shame since Marie had made possibly the single most splendid pair of wallaby-lined mittens on earth for me to wear (will take photo shortly) and I had the world's woolliest coat to stay warm in. It was all staggeringly scenic:
And this is where the pic would be if I could get Blogger to work with me for once ... I'll try again later. One thing that always knocks me over about the Kiwis is how thoughtful they are. The woman who was organising our room barely knew me but made sure that we had disprin, water and tissues by the bed, chocolates (which I idiotically gave away to the kids, when will I learn?) and feasting gear supplied so we didn't need to lug any over, and they did an equally good job of taking care of the other visitors. And they wouldn't let us do anything useful, so now I have to send their children bulk packets of sugared caraway seeds.
The food was very good, elegant without being fussy and intelligently adapted for vegos and people with allergies. There was a good menu with ingredients on every table, which makes the world of difference. I think I'll end this post and try another to see if I can get images up. Blogger may not like my ancient browser, so I'll try one of the other three that J believes we need to function.
I'm five foot one. At school I was usually to be found captaining sports teams or tutoring the younger students. If I had been born 100 years earlier, the phrase jolly hockeysticks would have been invented specifically for me. I am so sodding cute and chummy I make myself roll my eyes. So having reams of SCAdians call me Your Grace is simply weird. At events I'm usually to be found with some errant children trying to cadge sweets from me, while I make slightly ribald comments and perhaps wield a boffer sword. Luckily I have the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire to take as a model and will henceforth be sure to talk far more about gardening and riding. Go Debo!
Anyway, the actual Midwinter event that we just stepped down at was glorious. The weather was cool and misty, but not freezing as we had been led to expect. Which is a shame since Marie had made possibly the single most splendid pair of wallaby-lined mittens on earth for me to wear (will take photo shortly) and I had the world's woolliest coat to stay warm in. It was all staggeringly scenic:
And this is where the pic would be if I could get Blogger to work with me for once ... I'll try again later. One thing that always knocks me over about the Kiwis is how thoughtful they are. The woman who was organising our room barely knew me but made sure that we had disprin, water and tissues by the bed, chocolates (which I idiotically gave away to the kids, when will I learn?) and feasting gear supplied so we didn't need to lug any over, and they did an equally good job of taking care of the other visitors. And they wouldn't let us do anything useful, so now I have to send their children bulk packets of sugared caraway seeds.
The food was very good, elegant without being fussy and intelligently adapted for vegos and people with allergies. There was a good menu with ingredients on every table, which makes the world of difference. I think I'll end this post and try another to see if I can get images up. Blogger may not like my ancient browser, so I'll try one of the other three that J believes we need to function.
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