The sun shone brightly o’er the field, though the wind, bold and blustering, made our banners dance with wild abandon during Friday’s setup and Saturday’s early hours. Yet, no gale could dampen our spirits.
At the stroke of midday on both days, Mordenvale’s finest took to the arena. Clad in steel, guided by honour, our fighters clashed in glorious combat, while marshals kept the peace and heralds lent their voices to the fray. The crowd, noble and numerous, answered with cheers that warmed our hearts.
On Sunday, though our fighters fewer in number, we found new joy — with musicians on the mic and mirth in the air, we invited the good people of Newcastle to learn the Bear Dance, a moment of shared laughter and lightness amidst the clang of arms. A fine reprieve for our warriors and a memory we shall treasure.
Within our stall of wonders, curious minds came forth. We spoke of history, of craft, of joy in the old ways. The “Have a Go” tablet weaving was a triumph — many hands tried, many smiles followed.
To the organisers of the Newcastle Medieval Festival, and to our fellow keepers of the past — we thank you. For your hard work, your camaraderie, and your passion.
Until next year, may your days be chivalrous and your mead sweet.
