We are running out of room in there to display large embroideries though.
Although we we did have a few panics points- we only realised johns armour had been taken in a garage break in earlier this year the night before, but it didn’t matter because he had a rather splendid tunic to wear instead. Kids kept asking him all weekend what his favourite colour was, he told them to guess…
we decided not to have the royal bed in the tent this year but instead went for a private chapel to one side, made separate by the use of different coloured hangings
I always worry about about lighting the candles, but vigilance is worthwhile because they make everything look so pretty. Even if I am going to spend most of this week ironing beeswax out of the good linen.
Little green cushion got his first official outing and was very disappointed when no one dared sit in the royal presence. Well, there was that one scallywag from the princes retinue who did a very impressive somersault over the barrier and sat on the throne whilst the king was on royal progress, but I walloped him and he ran away.
A special mention for loyal service by Carnac the suspiciously innocent looking page. I suspect that’s his ” I haven’t been eating any, honest guvnor” face. ( he did get all the leftover coins at packing up)
john got his face in the local paper, because he is the ultimate media whore
and john and I decided to sell the tent we never use so that we can spend the money on materials for another crown, so that little girls can pose in it whilst having their photo taken with the king. It’s a later period but at the moment I’m thinking this one because it just screams princess