This gent was about 10 or so feet from the ground, and his tankard could easily have held a gallon or more. He was fun to see walking around.
This sweet young gal is quite inventive, she has a bubble blower nose! (Click to enlarge.)
Kiddo is enjoying her piggy back ride. Dad is earning his "Daddy's Cool" stripes. (This was on the aforementioned 100 degree day.)
Mary had a little... goat? A gal from my spinning group, that brings goats and sheep to faire, she was watching the joust. The livestock seemed unimpressed...
Just a general view of folke and visitors at faire. The building with the steeple? That is where I 'work', doing information, lost and found, and selling T-shirts and souvenirs. (And yes, I do believe that is bird doo on the steeple...)
Goat rides given to children at faire. The gent in the coat? Yon Pooper Scooper. (We found people weren't particularly excited about goat leavings on shoes. Especially folks that come to faire not WEARING shoes...)
Some of the Nobles gracing a peasant with time and a kind word.
Strangely, at the end of faire, there were sudden,
highly localized ice storms right by the food vendors areas. Strange...
Ok, this was just one of those "couldn't happen if I had tried it a dozen times" thing.
I tossed my staff to the side, by our camp table.
It landed in such a way as to perfectly balance!
(And if anyone is interested, I am now a Twit. I have a Twitter account, but don't expect a lot. I will still be writing my majority of blogging here. I mostly did it because I read two or three peoples "tweets", and decided to see what the fuss was about. I still think if it is Twitter, I must be a Twit... Eh... And with any luck, I will soon be blogging, and commenting on blogs, with a bit more regularity.)