![]() |
Me on the butts in 2003 - my costume's pretty shabby. Wouldn't be accepted these days! |
When the gates are closed, the merriment continues, often long into the night. The memory is hazy now, but I think my favourite evening was when we celebrated one of the feast days with a massive bonfire; flames licking the sky, and many shouts of 'huzzah!'.
During the recreations, we speak in Tudor English; lots of yea, nay, thee, thou, and mayhap! The toilets are the jakes, littlies are childer, and we talk about things being 'many summers ago'. It became second nature for me, as I think it does for everyone, to the point where it slips into everyday language when the punters have long gone and we are relaxing in the evenings. I've had regular folk tell me that when they have visited they feel a little awkward conversing and being responded to in old English - although it makes the experience more authentic, they feel as though they should reply in kind. I tell them not to worry - personally I scarcely notice I am talking 'strangely'!
No comments:
Post a Comment