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Home from Festival. I mostly had a very good time but there were some stark contrasts between this year and my last Rowany in 2009 and not all of them were because I have changed. so the magic has shifted somewhat. I won't say it's gone because it seriously hasn't but my household have mostly taken up heavy fighting so some of the things I considered central to the Festival experience have been deprioritised by that. The dynamic of the household has moved about a lot and I've been largely absent over the past year so I've missed out on watching most of that develop, especially in the context of everyone being together in a space for days on end. I should make a list of things I like about Festival and perhaps take a bit of ownership so I can make them happen. This year I just wanted to *be* there. Mission accomplished there. Some aspects of it were harder than anticipated and I had a few moments but these are things which will ease in time of which another year's worth will pass before next Festival. Time to make a list of projects and wants and work out how to slot all of them into the rest of my life.
The drive there and back was as it usually is, which is to say, really rather long. Gosford is a bit north of Sydney and generally takes a solid eleven hours to complete unless you're driving a shonky rental truck in which case it's more like thirteen provided you really only stop for fuel and don't piss about too much. It was rather undergeared and underpowered for driving on the freeway and really only felt even remotely happy about doing those speeds when there was a big chunky truck ahead of us doing some of the work of pushing through the air. It was also seriously underdamped and did an occasionally scarily good impression of a motorboat over irregular sections of road. Scarily in that the only thing keeping my backside in reasonably close proximity to the seat was the seatbelt; "reasonably" being open to wide interpretation in this case. Finally there was a remarkable amount of play in the steering at straight ahead. It sort of felt ok when I was driving, I suspect because I was in control so it felt good to me but I don't know how my passengers felt. When I wasn't driving, I could feel it ping-ponging across the extent of the steering freeplay and because I wasn't in control of that it felt unnerving. Worst rental ever and I really didn't enjoy it.
There was, as ever, phat phestival lewt. Cote & Cutler and Mainly Medieval weren't there this year which put a slight crimp in the usual retailgasm I have there but I still came away with three books, a couple of glasses from the wine bar, a pair of sewing snips, a USB key which apparently has something in the order of 11,500 tagged reference images on it and a pair of shoes with remarkably good period construction. The last were apparently made as props for the shooting of "Narnia" (I don't know if there actually was something just called that or whether they meant "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe) so they'd been worn once or twice and were being sold off at $20 per pair which I considered a bargain, particularly given how well they fit. I also bought a Salty Bint tavern cup but that vanished before we left the event. *grumps* The last thing I brought home with me was the bombard that I'd ordered through another scadian a little while ago. It's essentially a reed instrument a bit like the chanter from a set of bagpipes without the attendant bag and drones and so on. It's a rather raucous thing and I suspect it's not really an instrument to practice regularly while I live in a flat.
Being in the SCA is also a somewhat awkward thing while living in a flat. I may need to rethink this arrangement eventually simply for that reason. I can't store my tent and if I ever make furniture or anything else large I have nowhere for that either. This is an awkwardness. Well, there's plenty to occupy me for now anyway.
The drive there and back was as it usually is, which is to say, really rather long. Gosford is a bit north of Sydney and generally takes a solid eleven hours to complete unless you're driving a shonky rental truck in which case it's more like thirteen provided you really only stop for fuel and don't piss about too much. It was rather undergeared and underpowered for driving on the freeway and really only felt even remotely happy about doing those speeds when there was a big chunky truck ahead of us doing some of the work of pushing through the air. It was also seriously underdamped and did an occasionally scarily good impression of a motorboat over irregular sections of road. Scarily in that the only thing keeping my backside in reasonably close proximity to the seat was the seatbelt; "reasonably" being open to wide interpretation in this case. Finally there was a remarkable amount of play in the steering at straight ahead. It sort of felt ok when I was driving, I suspect because I was in control so it felt good to me but I don't know how my passengers felt. When I wasn't driving, I could feel it ping-ponging across the extent of the steering freeplay and because I wasn't in control of that it felt unnerving. Worst rental ever and I really didn't enjoy it.
There was, as ever, phat phestival lewt. Cote & Cutler and Mainly Medieval weren't there this year which put a slight crimp in the usual retailgasm I have there but I still came away with three books, a couple of glasses from the wine bar, a pair of sewing snips, a USB key which apparently has something in the order of 11,500 tagged reference images on it and a pair of shoes with remarkably good period construction. The last were apparently made as props for the shooting of "Narnia" (I don't know if there actually was something just called that or whether they meant "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe) so they'd been worn once or twice and were being sold off at $20 per pair which I considered a bargain, particularly given how well they fit. I also bought a Salty Bint tavern cup but that vanished before we left the event. *grumps* The last thing I brought home with me was the bombard that I'd ordered through another scadian a little while ago. It's essentially a reed instrument a bit like the chanter from a set of bagpipes without the attendant bag and drones and so on. It's a rather raucous thing and I suspect it's not really an instrument to practice regularly while I live in a flat.
Being in the SCA is also a somewhat awkward thing while living in a flat. I may need to rethink this arrangement eventually simply for that reason. I can't store my tent and if I ever make furniture or anything else large I have nowhere for that either. This is an awkwardness. Well, there's plenty to occupy me for now anyway.