{heading} for bed very soon, as Kentwell calls. Our last event of the tudor year, and it’s just me and Small attending. Which will be a little odd tbh, but also quite nice to spend a bit of time with just one child. We’ve four days, and have borrowed a caravan so at least I’m […]
Saturday snippets 21 August 2015
August 22, 2015 By Leave a Comment
Tudor child, Kentwell hall 1578
June 29, 2014 By 4 Comments
Looking back and forward to Kentwell Hall.
February 28, 2014 By 5 Comments
Challenged to find a picture of my favourite holiday destination for this Al Fresco Holidays blog competition, I couldn’t resist the chance to wax lyrical about Kentwell Hall and reenactment once again. It’s an odd choice of holiday. It’s hard work for one, but I suppose it’s the change is as good as a rest […]
Goodwife Joan of the barnschool.
July 5, 2013 By 3 Comments
Things I’ve learnt from Kentwell, edition two.
August 27, 2012 By 2 Comments
Pottage can be really really good. No, really good. I mean it. I think I’ve put weight on. People can be really really ignorant. I am *still* stuttering, hours later, about the woman who commented negatively on me breastfeeding my five month old baby, in character. Apparently tudors had no pride. Grrr. Both borage and […]
Saturday snippets 25 August 2012
August 25, 2012 By 2 Comments
{lighting} a fire for cooking on {wearing} kirtle, shift and all {carrying} a baby {making} new friends {missing} my older boy and dp {eating} pottage, frumenty, and fried worts {listening} to the gentle patter of rain on a tent {enjoying} High Summer at Kentwell hall and glorious evening storm with following sunset.
Ten things I’ve learnt at Kentwell hall, including tudor factoids.
July 4, 2012 By 3 Comments
Marigold is good for bites and stings. Way better than the various creams and lotions I was carrying, and much more authentically tudor to be stained green. Sod means mustard. You get sod eggs, amongst other things and they are fabulous. Girls did not start having babies young. You didn’t get married/have babies til you […]
