Still alive

So we’ve survived the Folklore Festival, only a little sunburned, and ready to hunker down and do nothing at all (except unpack) for a while. The crowd loved Pirate Camp & we all had a blast kidnapping dancers, singing, fighting off trolls and getting our photos taken with small children and Asian teens. Stephen was in fine form, offering passing children the choice between joining the pirates and being eaten by them (Stephen was “Scurvy”, the ship’s Cook, complete with bloody apron, carrots and garlic hanging from his belt, and three days worth of unshaven scruff). There will be pictures eventually — we supposedly have DSL at the new place, but haven’t managed to set up a computer yet.

BONUS: We found Emily ! We knew she’d moved here a few years ago, but never managed to dig up her address — and there she came through the gate of the Faire, just as I happened to be walking by. (The shrieks of delighted recognition no-doubt amused and bewildered the rest of the crowd.) Turns out she’s living in Auckland, and came down with some friends for the Return of the King Premier. This being Emily, after a quick catch-up, she scurried back to her hotel to return to the Faire in garb — so we roped her to a chair and tried to auction her off to passers-by. Then some trolls came and carried her off. Anyway, good fun ! We may be getting together with her tonight, depending on how the Rings hoo-hah goes today.

Speaking of Rings hoo-hah, Wellington is positively berserk. I took photos of some of the decor earlier this week — will get those up as well. But of course now all the stars are here (several of whom were spotted at the Faire), and there are people (possibly including Emily) all camped out along the parade route. The place is *stuffed* with tourists — or as the Kiwis say, “chocka”. Since we were pretty much confined to the park all weekend, I’ll have to wander out at lunch today and see for myself how nuts things are. Part of me wants to dive in along with everybody else, but part of me is also just as happy that we got out of the apartment when we did (it being pretty much next door to the theater) and can avoid it all.

It’s really amazing up the valley — so… rural. Yesterday evening as we were unloading the truck, it was no nice to just stand there, watching the sunset on the hills and listening to the birds and the distant bleating of sheep. Speaking of which, Stephen tells me we have another addition to the gallop paddock: one of the neighbor’s calves has found its way through the fence somehow. So that’s one horse, five ponies, two sheep, and a calf. None of which actually belong to us. Hee.

4 thoughts on “Still alive

  1. Jude says:

    Oh. Rural sounds so /nice/. Next house we get, my bedroom will be dark at night and cars will not speed by the front door. It will be rural. Meanwhile, I will bask in ruralitude vicariously.

  2. Angus says:

    In Scotland, rural has disadvantages. Mainly RAF pilots doing exercises at incredibly low levels, to the extent that people who hillwalk have got photographs looking down onto passing Tornado fighter/bombers…

  3. Tam says:

    I do, in fact, have a memory of driving along some road up by Blairgowrie and seeing a pair of them pop up from the hedges on one side of the road and pop back down on the other.

    Like big ol’ screaming jackrabbits.

    I’ve seen a helicopter once or twice, but that’s about it as far as military aircraft are concerned. A couple of the smaller ships park in Lambton Harbor on occasion (we got to go on one of them when they had an Open Day), and just yesterday they fired off the cannon on Point Halswell (it was either Halswell or Jerningham — all we could really see from the office was the puffs of smoke after). We figured either there was some royal coming in, or else a US nuclear gunship that needed a little more deterrence.

  4. Angus says:

    The One O’Clock Gun is more fun, especially as you can basically watch carefully at around 12:59:59 and see which tourists are feeling especially twitchy today…

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