An Afternoon In Penniforth

My friend Rachel and I took our annual trip to Penniforth today, passing through this gate to enter the kingdom.


But all was not well in the realm as someone tried to kill King Reginald. Sheriff Skowler and Constable Capson spent their entire day trying to uncover clues to the conspiracy. Several sword fights...

... and a couple of jousts later...

...all was revealed, and the citizens of Penniforth were much relieved.

These four fine folks below are members of Blackjack N Blarney performing at the shire's pub.



Okay, so Penniforth does not exist, except for three weekends in July when the Southern Connecticut Renaissance Festival brings it to life in Warsaw Park, Ansonia, but it is a nice place to spend a Summer afternoon. It is not a large faire--36 booths, 4 stages, and a handful of games--but it is growing. For Rachel and me this was our first faire of the season. Alas, we have no pictures of us in our garb at this faire. Maybe at the next one--and there are at least two more that we plan on visiting before the end of the season, and possibly a third. Maybe we will see you at the faire!

Peace,
Jeffri