So Border War was very fun. Four of us headed up on Friday evening and arrived around midnight, stepped out into the milk-warm humid night and were shown to a bunkroom with air conditioning. I was so glad to see that. Sleep is so precious at the moment.
Breakfast call was 7am, and we blundered out across the wonderfully well maintained green lawn to find our feasting gear, coffee, cereals, fruit, bacon, sausages, eggs, mushrooms etc, etc in the larger hall. Fighters then went to get into armour and war began. There were a bunch of constructions ready, representing various buildings and lots of scenarios were fought throughout the morning. I sat and sewed bottle covers beside the camp set-up of Owen and his family. The forge and bellows took much of my attention, even though the weather conditions foiled his intended brass pour.
Lunch was DIY sandwiches, and the options were fresh, tasty and abundant, but not excessive. The war schedule was re-jigged so that war continued immediately after lunch instead of taking a long break in the heat of the day; heat being not as bad as anticipated. I stayed indoors for a while to attend Mim's chocolate and coffee class (or was that on Sunday?), then wandered out to see how the combat was going. The fighting was a field further away than I was prepared to go, so I sewed some more. Target archery was happening on schedule, unfortunately overlapping some of the combat, to the bafflement of some of the fighters. War ended for the day, and I listened in on the fighters who were training and fighting pick-ups afterwards.
Ulfgeirr was weary and in need of a shower after that, so I returned to the hall and sat drinking coffee and chatting with people in a circle of chairs where there had been classes through the day. Ulfgeirr, all showered and dressed in his cool and comfy new Eastern Style (TM) pants and shirt, joined me for a hot chocolate. Then the principality discussion happened. Half a dozen or eight people came along, but attendance was somewhat staggered... which may have been a good thing. A couple of them ought not be in the one place at the one time on that topic, I think!
The feast happened and was lovely; the hall was decorated with large painted wall hangings, Easternish style lanterns and so forth. The food was really good and nicely themed. Lots of lemon, mint and rice featuring here and there. A starter of flat bread and dips accompanied by dried fruits, nuts, soft cheese, oil and salt. Stuffed calamari, chicken cooked in lemon and rosewater(?) roasted lamb (all meats in finger-food sized chunks), veggie platter, lots more that I can't call to mind now.
Speeches were made, gifts given, and one guy was given an axe for a year. B&B Stormhold announced the nominees to replace them on step down.
Dessert included baklava and an orange cake drowned in honey syrup as well as some sort of fruit cake and fruity mince balls, but we didn't eat that until we were sitting at the bardic circle. Fire bans meant that we improvised a "fire" of "candles" on one of the green lawn areas instead of lighting up the big bonfire heap. There were a wide variety of performances, some hilarious anecdotes, a birthday and a really bright shooting star (the kind so large and near that it leaves a lingering trail). Ulfgeirr retired to bed a little after midnight, and I was not far behind him.
I waited for breakfast call on the second morning, but it did not come. I did manage to patch together a cold bacon sandwich, though, and didn't come to any harm. I did need rather more coffee than usual to get moving, and I don't remember doing anything particularly useful that morning. I just sat and watched the tourney and chatted and learned that "pursuviant" is pronounced "pursweevant". I'd never heard it said out loud before that I remember, and it still sounds very odd. Ulfgeirr was eliminated in round three, and once the tourney was over, we were packing and eating and leaving. Lunch was much like that of Saturday except that there was leftovers as well; chicken, baklava and orange syrup cake omnomnom.
Then we all piled back into the truck and went seven hours home again. Border War was my first War as such (not Peacefully Surveying, not Festival (where I'm told there is a war)) and it was very enjoyable. Different; the way it was organised was not what I am used to, but people were still enjoying themselves regardless which is reassuring to me, in that if I were to be organising an event and there was a somewhat loose schedule, or schedule changes, I would probably be less stressed about it for having been to BW.