Built the usual palatial treehouse, this time suspended by a thick iron chain on a handy oak tree. I bent over all the shrubbery and tree seedlings underneath and after a week and a half it popped right back up, which gratified my Boy Sprout “leave no trace” camping ethic.
The Midrealm was massively outnumbered, so the East Kingdom graciously sent a couple hundred troops over from time to time, which made things much more fun. It’s nice to see that sort of behavior – far too often in the past, SCA royalty have ignored the interests of the fighters in order to flatter their own egos. Kudos to HRM Gregor of the East!
During the field battles I kept a change of tape on the inside of my helmet, and frequently switched sides between bouts. So I got to form up with (and run away from) Clan Prechain, Markland, Concusar, Anglesey and Calontir.
I left midway through war week to spend some time with visiting relatives from Old Blighty, but while I was there I had a wonderful time, despite the Pennsic Jail and rock-stealing incidents.