After a torturous night listening to terrible karaoke at 2 am from the Peck party revelers, we packed a picnic and cycled down to Framlingham Castle. Eron was most excited about this day. For the last three years he has gazed longingly at the crossbows in the Castle gift shop. This year he had saved enough to buy one and we headed straight to the shop once we'd parted with a sizable sum at the admissions desk.
This year we timed our visit to coincide with the Knights Tournament. Rather than the usual solitary entertainer teaching kids sword fighting techniques, there was a mass of medieval tents, suits of armour, jesters, musicians and reenacters. We cheered for the red knight from the South who sadly finished in last place after several rounds of knight fighting of varying sorts. Great fun! It went without saying that we also took a walk around the top of the walls and the grounds where we even had a quick game of twang!
The day was topped off by yet another camp fire culinary triumph. At Cadan's request we made his 'pizzaritos' but the piece-de-resistance were the pizza's made with a real dough base and baked in the Dutch oven. They were awesome and justified the £35 spent on the oven. This was washed down with an Adnams cider and St Peters Golden Ale and accompanied by lost of laughter and silliness around the fire.
The gazebos and equipment from last night's party are almost all gone and we have the meadow to ourselves again. The boys have been playing on the hay bales and Ben has been perfecting some ingenious Lego catapults. All is well at Red House Farm.
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