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I should go to bed... but I went to Soldier's Council tonight and the Captayne talked to me about restarting our dance group so I've been looking up links. Can't find the one I wanted that mentioned the change from stepping left foot first (as in renaissance dance) to stepping right foot first, I think the site was on Geocities. Bum.

I did find a bunch of new ECD vids on youtube though, and this dance looks promising. It's in Playford's first edition too, which is good, because that's the one we mostly use.

Mage on a Cree, the Newcastle English Country Dancers )


Nov. 29th, 2009 08:57 pm
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Spring in the Blue Mountains - Jacarandas in bloom, wildlife on the windows.

This weekend - a combined postponed Oktoberfest, 25th anniversary and Christmas party for The Routiers. 35-40 people in our back yard, in thirty degree heat. Music, beer, lot of food and friends old and new. I'm afraid Wrisomifu took a back seat yesterday.
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It’s all B’s fault, really. Or rather, the kids at the school he was teaching at during the last week of term. On the one hand, he didn’t get sick until after term ended, which is good because he’s casual & hasn’t had that much work over the last couple of months. On the other hand, he did get very sick & is still not over the cough, 9 days later. Also, he passed the bug on to me (thinking about it, even if I’d been able to afford CQ, this would have put the trip in the bin anyway, so I guess I should – what? Count my blessings? Or something).

No, I don’t know which variety of virus it was – they’ve stopped routine testing for H1N1 – I did go to the medical centre on Wednesday, when I knew I was coming down with whatever, because I needed a certificate for work (why wait until you really feel like crap, I say), but I wasn’t sick enough for them to be interested in doing one.

Thankfully, after 3 days of feeling awful (cough, fever, aches, the works), swallowing cold & flu tablets & taking temperatures and sleeping lots, in between mainlining TV (repeat viewings of Ultraviolet & Apparitions, plus Heroes and CoE – the last left until yesterday afternoon when my brain was functioning again), I’m feeling heaps better. If only my stomach & rib muscles would stop aching!

Anyway, this here is a postponed post – I was working on it before the lurgy hit:

PMS Drill display last Sunday )
Hope everyone at Close Quarters is having a great time :)

P.S. the All Blacks won the first Bledisloe match. \o/
P.P.S Yahoo mail is playing up – grrr! So if you’ve sent me anything in the last few hours, I haven’t got it yet.
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XVAMC Report

Over Easter B and I took off for the Australasian Medieval Conference. This is a multi-period event held every two years "somewhere in Australia". It started out as strictly medieval, but as interests have changed over the years the span has increased - it now covers anything from Greek Hoplites to ECW. My group, the Routiers, ran this year's tavern. I've put some pictures under the cut. Unfortunately the camera stuffed up on the first day, so I don't have a great selection of photos to share and you'll have to forgive the cars etc. in the campsite shots because everyone was still setting up when I took them.

The site was brilliant - "Castle Mountain", an outdoor adventure camp about an hour and a half northwest of Sydney. We arrived Thursday night, a little too late to set up the tents, but we opened the bar anyway *g*. Things really got going early the next day.
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I came back to a huge number of emails and unread posts which I'm slowly reading back through. Found myself completely distracted yesterday by [ profile] sineala's lovely Pros Roman AU novel - do go and read it! And it's now only 24 days until I get on that plane and fly to England. Whee! and Eek! So much to do.
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My mind has only just returned to the 21st century  after a camping weekend away with my reenactment group.

I arrived home and went to check my email/lj, thinking there wouldn't be much to read. Weekends are usually quiet. Not so! There were some 'spirited' discussions going on. Tired and more than a little unfocused, I decided not to contribute. I might say something about 'Consequences' later.
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We marched on NSW State Parliament yesterday, to celebrate the 400th Anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot. Most of the pollies had decamped to Dubbo, to attend the Country Labor conference - or were they worried we would uncover some plotters in their ranks?

I had my shiny new pike armour (guest iconage of same), made by Talerwin Forge. We were running late again - after a stressful start, about 15 minutes down the road I couldn't remember if I'd turned the iron off, so we decided to go back and check (it was OK). With just enough time to spare we got to Hyde Park. Somehow I managed to put the tassets on round the wrong way, and no-one else noticed until afterwards, which is why the pic is only from the hips up. To the beat provided by our own drummer and a tune from Praxis, we marched through the Park, down Macquarie Street to Parliament where we did a short drill display and fired off the muskets. They sounded really loud!

Afterwards, we went to The Domain for a picnic, games and dancing and ended the day with dinner and lots of beer at the Lowenbrau Keller. Good to see people from Newcastle, Canberra, Bathurst and Melbourne (hi, [ profile] baralier).

Now I'm going to see a couple of friends at the Mountain Blue cafe. And that'll be my weekend almost done.
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*groan* Big party last night. I might have had 3 hours sleep if I was lucky.
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My friend J is also a reenactor and obtained a pair of historical reproduction shoes from a shoemaker by the name of Kevin Garlick. She gave me a contact email address before this trip, and I duly sent a message, but had heard nothing by the time I left Australia. So I rang J this morning and asked for his phone number, thinking I would keep the hire car for however long it took to visit him or one of the other recommended suppliers and order shoes to fit my (somewhat duck-like) feet.

"Where does Kevin live?" I asked, after J gave me the number.

"Isle of Wight" she replied.

Stunned silence for a moment: "I'm in Portsmouth!"

I tried to ring, but got no connection. The bloke at the guest house said the number was a mobile & might be switched off. But K announced her intention of taking advantage of the good weather by visiting the Isle today anyway, so under persuasion I trekked to the Information Centre and tried ringing again. This time I got through and was told the shop would be open until about 5. We took the hovercraft to Ryde after which we split up and I took a train and bus to Ventnor on the other side of the island. I found the address without difficulty and entered. 20 minutes and £190 later I walked out with a pair of soldier's closed shoes and another pair of ladies green latchets with raised wooden heels. I am so stoked, I have been embarrassing myself by wearing a hand-me down pair of B's which are marginally better than my own old falling apart pair but, being a couple of sizes too large, flap on my feet like paddles. The Captain has been commenting too but I think he'll be impressed now *g*.

Here's the website:
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Waratahs 27 Crusaders 33 = contentment.

Sunday afternoon at the transposed Concordia(German) Club contemplating the future possibilities for Pell Mell in 17th century kit on the bowling green and indulging in sausage, sauerkraut and Dortmunder, in no particular order. Promised to invite friends over for dinner soon.

Post Conferention lung-rot still in evidence.
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First entry - anxiety not too bad, so ...

OK, today Brett and I travelled over 750 km in 8 hours from Nagambie in Victoria to Sydney. Conceptually we shifted in time from somewhere between 200 BC - 1642 to the 21st century. (To explain, every second Easter for the past 22 years a gathering of medieval reenactors has been held that attracts up to 300+ people from all over Australia and sometimes New Zealand. Depending on your interests you can join in feasts, fighting, learning a craft or skill, gaming, carousing or just catching up with friends)

Like all the previous times, this year's Conferention (so called because for years there was a debate about whether it was a Conference or a Convention, and eventually someone coined a new word to shut everybody up) was a camping event. Unlike other years however, this one was held on a private property with no facilities, so the organisers had to build toilets and a shower block from scratch. They did a fine job. There was even a bath-house with a huge tub which was heated via a copper coil and firepit arrangement. I shared it with half a dozen of my group on Saturday afternoon. After an hour or so I started to feel a bit wrinkled, but the others wanted to stay in a while, so I got dressed in my authentic linen underwear and played at being the bath-house attendant and general go-fer. This included adding hot or cold water to order and fetching beer and cider from the tavern for the bathers. Great fun!

I used to be seriously into reenactment combat, but it's been a few years since I did any large scale melee fighting, so instead I hung around the tavern and Perki Kamaki (legendary coffee-shop) watching the gaming, talking to friends and catching up on the handsewing not completed before Easter. Did some dancing on Friday night, teaching people easy ECD numbers like Gathering Peascods and Jenny Pluck Pears, but one of our dancers was struck by appendicitis just before leaving Sydney leaving the group with 4 seasoned dancers. By Monday night, which would have been a good night for dancing because it was outside & the dust was reduced, the others were too stuffed and I wasn't up to dragging in and teaching newbies. Maybe I should have done a workshop in the afternoon, we had hot and cold running musicians happy to play for us, but the one I did at the last Conference wasn't well attended except by a lot of under 12 year-olds, so I didn't bother.

Speaking of the under 12 year olds, on Sunday my 17th century group did a drill and march around the campsite and we attacked the wooden fort that was being defended by a bunch of enthusiastic rug rats armed with dowelling swords and other makeshift "weapons". Much fun was had by all and both defenders and attackers fought valiantly. I was carrying a proper 17 foot pike but abandoned it for safety's sake and adopted instead the expedient of waiting until a 'sword' was waved within grabbing distance. We took the fort, then discovered it was impossible to hold, because the kids refused to stay 'dead', declaring they had been turned into ghouls, zombies, vampires etc...! So we retreated a short distance, did the war chant from 'Zulu' in honour of our foe and faded away over the hills. I'm sure the kids enjoyed themselves as some of them came over later and wanted us to attack them again!

Other things of note:
- the dust that got into absolutely everything.
- playing bocce around the piazza on Monday
- wearing my papiermache fish mask to the masked ball on Sunday night & threatening to carry people off to my undersea mansion
- the terrific armour display by the Ancient Greeks
- superb food every day
- cheap ($2) beer and cider, and a very tasty mead

That's pretty much covered it *yawn* - time for bed.


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