A hunting we will go… And such wonderful hunting it was too… The Polit Hunt was a great event set in the majestic hills of Torlyon, it seems that those Polit huntsmen are so good at what they do, that they needed to expand their hunting fields to just beyond their own borders.

Getting Friday afternoon off, I headed down to Polit first, as I had been invited to join the lovely Bella and her friends for a wonderful Jigzag gig at the polish club. The band were fantastic, and getting the chance to spend some time with Bella was even better. She’s such an amazing woman, just wish I lived closer. After the gig, we did a quick trip to Bell’as place to grab the rest of her stuff, and then headed out to the site at Crossroads, getting there after 1am, it was a case of each of us just hitting the hay for the evening.

After getting a bit of a sleep-in in the morning, I awoke to a quiet and blissful ex-festival site. A surprizingly green and lovely ex-festival site, however I have no doubt that the site will be just as dull and yellow by Easter 2008, after a blistering hot summer. The morning was slow, with most people not turning up until around 11ish, at which time we set off for a roving target shoot. Shooting at representations of sins and bad things we were riding the weekend of bad things… It’s a good thing we only wounded sloth, as I felt fairly slothful all weekend.

A picnic lunch was prepared at the end of the roving shoot, and general relaxation was in order for the Archers whilst the Fencers took to the field, and showed their prowess. I myself retired back to the Guild hall to get out of the sun, and found that Master Crispen, seeing that I was booked to attend, had brought along a wonderful book about Pewter, lead and tin toys discovered in and arround London. Whilst most of the really interesting finds were post period, there were some that would scrape in, and others that were well within period, and almost achievable… worth attempting anyway. I had also brought along my two pewter books (the intirety of my research library), which I shared with him.. Much discussion was had, and it was most wonderful to discuss things with someone who shares my interest.

As those still out and about headed back, they discovered an infestation of bunny’s that needed irradicating before they ate the place clean and dug holes everywhere. several wave of these bunny’s kept coming, however in most cases they were successfully peppered with arrows, and salted with spit, as some of them were terribly hard to shoot. This was a magnificently fun shoot, and will most likely happen more frequently.

The feast was amazing a beautifully decorated Guild Hall was the location, and with Lady Sabine’s stunningly painted wall hangings made for the event, and the Hall prepared by a dutiful group of polite Polit populace. Master Crispin’s feast was amazing, lots of wonderful flavourful food that filled everyone to the point that there were people turning away more food. Discussion, song and drinking went on until well into the night, with jokes and filks and the promise of Grue-some tales that Lady Sabine would suppress just with a simple threat.

Sunday was a very slothful day for me… not for any reason other than I just didn’t feel like getting armour on. But those that did, headed off up the hill to the forrest behind the Lyon camp, and ran various senarios. They were hot and exhusted when they returned for Sunday lunch, and much discussion of the mornings senaris were had. I had some more interesting conversations with Crispin about pewter casting.

After lunch a few heavy bouts were organised, and some packed up, or tinkered… I helped Crispin by collecting rocks for a dry rock wall he was building. But got sidetracked discussing Crossroads, the plans, the potential, the membership and the vision. I’m actually concidering joining, I guess we will see…

So that was my wonderful weekend… in far too much detail.