The Naked Squire, Pt II
Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:07 pm
Hi,
Well I’m not Winterfell (Squire Connor Sinclair) but now I have personal experience similar to the well known squire, except I’m not a squire and I wasn’t naked.
Sean Powell invited me to a wonderful tournament up here in Pennsylvania where two armoured tanks could engage in combat with great joy and enjoyment of being armoured cap-a-pie.
My wife, daughter and I arrived at Sean Powell’s house late Friday night and enjoyed a nice night of hospitality, blissful baby watching (Elanor is SO cute!) and lots, and lots of dog petting. It was a great night and reminded me of the time Maureen, Nicholas and I went cross-country and visited Val Borne of the Armour Archive in Idaho. We’d never seen Val Borne or Sean Powell before face to face, but it was like meeting a kindred soul and good, long-term friend.
The morning was misty and the breakfast was grand. The caravan of vehicles headed out to the Greenlane Celtic and Irish Festival, with a sky that promised not to cause eyestrain and sunburn due to it’s shrouded nature, obscuring the punishing sun that hurts Aaron’s eyes and skin.
Sean Powell and Aaron clashed with polehammers, spears and longswords and two other fighters joined in while the mist turned to a light rain to a stronger rain. A trebuchet fired potatoes into the lake, at the direction of Sean Powell. No fish were hurt in this demonstration.
We fought and had fun.
It was a clash for the ages and I felt years younger. It felt like a good day in Japan.
The armour and dayshade boxes Aaron had brought served as the foundation for an inflated bed and Aaron got to rest on the bed, in full armour, and eventually Maureen took her turn resting on the bed.
The rain hammered down, but the dayshade held.
Many visitors to the Greenlane Celtic and Irish Festival tried on Aaron’s helmet and read about “Blood Red Rosesâ€
Well I’m not Winterfell (Squire Connor Sinclair) but now I have personal experience similar to the well known squire, except I’m not a squire and I wasn’t naked.
Sean Powell invited me to a wonderful tournament up here in Pennsylvania where two armoured tanks could engage in combat with great joy and enjoyment of being armoured cap-a-pie.
My wife, daughter and I arrived at Sean Powell’s house late Friday night and enjoyed a nice night of hospitality, blissful baby watching (Elanor is SO cute!) and lots, and lots of dog petting. It was a great night and reminded me of the time Maureen, Nicholas and I went cross-country and visited Val Borne of the Armour Archive in Idaho. We’d never seen Val Borne or Sean Powell before face to face, but it was like meeting a kindred soul and good, long-term friend.
The morning was misty and the breakfast was grand. The caravan of vehicles headed out to the Greenlane Celtic and Irish Festival, with a sky that promised not to cause eyestrain and sunburn due to it’s shrouded nature, obscuring the punishing sun that hurts Aaron’s eyes and skin.
Sean Powell and Aaron clashed with polehammers, spears and longswords and two other fighters joined in while the mist turned to a light rain to a stronger rain. A trebuchet fired potatoes into the lake, at the direction of Sean Powell. No fish were hurt in this demonstration.
We fought and had fun.
It was a clash for the ages and I felt years younger. It felt like a good day in Japan.
The armour and dayshade boxes Aaron had brought served as the foundation for an inflated bed and Aaron got to rest on the bed, in full armour, and eventually Maureen took her turn resting on the bed.
The rain hammered down, but the dayshade held.
Many visitors to the Greenlane Celtic and Irish Festival tried on Aaron’s helmet and read about “Blood Red Rosesâ€