Heavy rain leading up to the festival was not a good omen. Organisers feared the camp site would be turned into a quagmire, but the weather gods were on our side (just) and the
weekend turned out fair enough for the Windrush Free Company to have a seriously good time doing what we do best i.e. having a seriously good time. And the good time was made more
excellent by new faces joining the usual suspects. Ian W, Miles, Amie, Tom, Dave, Joe and Rob enjoyed their first Hersty. Miles and Amie took part in their first battle. Tom discovered that
adults are mostly lunatics. Shaun, Guy and Mark hooked up with some foks who played with heavy bows and were happy to share the knowledge.
Mike had a go round the archery competition course, forgot he wasn't shooting oversized flu-flus any more and caught his arm with the string so bad it came up like an egg (see below).
Ian W was ill on Colin's pork stew. There was nothing wrong with Colin's stew, quite the opposite. It was so tasty that Ian forgot that pork doesn't agree with him and wolfed it down. It
came back to haunt him during the night and he was out of action the following morning. When will they ever learn? Unfortunately there is no photographic evidence for him looking
like death warmed up. Anyone interested should review the pictures from Tewkesbury a couple of years back to get a reasonable idea.
Once again a really big thank you to everyone of the Windrush Free Company who took part. You all made it a great weekend.
