This place, the pine forset near my town has seen quite a few battles - staged ones. There's a massive medieval gathering out here once every two years and the local club is pretty active out here all the time. So there's structures dotted all the way through the forest. Camps, fortifications, and when the whole deal is happening there's a longhouse with a bar serving mead. I've been known to sneak in, dressed as a monk, while the festivities are going on.
When medieval activities are not happening the forest becomes a place of exploration, of solitude, of contemplation. A place filled with the cycles of life.
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… and little stick figures.
That looks a real Blair Witchy place to be at night, Vic.
Brr …
Too cool wanna go there.
Dive, I've been there at night while sneaking into the medieval do one time... I took the wrong entrance and ended up wandering alone and lost through the forest. It was bizarre - a moonlit night with the sound of drums echoing through the forest. When I finally came upon the camp the occupants were staging a house burning.
Kate, it's a deal.
Spooky!
look at you, cutie pants!!! gettin your outdoorsey groove on. that sounds like fun.
when i read "fortifications" i swear i thought it read "fornications".
sorry. i've had guttermind lately!
Ms. Avarice, why thankyou!
It's funny how your mind can bend words as you read them, huh?
Cheers,
Vic
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