I didn’t feel like going this morning. That’s usually my worst time of day. But I knew that if I had to wimp out during the visit, Sam is the only person in the world who truly would understand.
I’m glad I did go. We had a lovely time. The people-watching, as usual, was one of the best parts of the day. We caught a so-so performer of “protest songs” at the pub, then walked all the way around the Festival. We stopped to eat about midway through. Sam actually wondered how much it would cost the wandering “minstrel” there to shut up.
Sam got a lovely new shirt. I didn’t manage to get a good photo of him in it, but I’ll try again. We looked for a hat but didn’t find exactly the right one.
I found a pentacle I don’t mind wearing, too. Most of them are too huge or just look tacky. This one is delicate silver, wire-wrapped, with a tiny hematite bead.
And, of course, we bought cinnamon almonds. Those are an important part of the Festival experience.
I’m exhausted and sore, but happy. We don’t have real dates often enough.
I expect to be totally useless tomorrow, but our schedule is fairly clear.