Well Crown has come and gone and talk about a busy weekend. I flew down on a horror flight on Friday which saw me sitting beside one infant whose parent was allowing her to smoosh banana covered fingers all over the place including on me and another infant behind me who screamed the whole way and seeming to scarcely stop long enough to draw breath the whole trip.
But we got here in one piece and there was a little uncertainty ok that point at one stage as I don’t think I’ve ever been on such a turbulent flight. Innilgaard is a slightly larger, slightly more picturesque and slightly less sleepy version of Toowoomba. The site was fantastic surrounded by actual oak trees and beautiful green medows (yes it was a very pretty meadow) and the weather was fantastic for the fighters – overcast and about 19 degrees.
Sir Philipe did exceptionally well in a rather strange tourney format (no one except the King seemed to know what was going on at any given point on time) and we were all very proud of him for being in the final… I admit as his consort I was quite nervy through the last bouts but it was great fun and I can’t wait to do it again.
Funniest bit was watching MrC pace like an expectant father in a hospital corridor in a bad seventies sitcom… I think he was even more nervous than Sir Phil or me!
Anyway more to follow and perhaps some pics when I get home.. cos I am positively stuffed!!!