Dale and I had a marvelous time at King Richard’s Faire last Sunday. The day was sunny and the air was crisp, a perfect day to dress in renaissance garb and check out the faire. We wandered around and drank beer, admiring all the things to see and do.
There were guys who carried their beers on their heads.
And there were singers and dancers.
There were freaks on dragons.
And artisans, like glass blowers.
There was a king, of course.
There were scary creatures with fur and fangs.
And there were picturesque little cottages.
Best of all, though, was this one sexy wizard. I brought him home with me. I just couldn’t help myself.