Twas the 9th day of September that I made my foray into a land trapped in the year 1001. The Faire at Hawkwood ran from the 26th of August to the 1st of October. To Hawkwood, our first and only journey was long. This was our furthest travel to date -- over 285 miles.  Not certain of what we might find, the womenfolk decided to stay at home.  Midway through our journey, we stopped to relieve ourselves at a stables. The attendent asked why we were so dressed for all but Captain Gareth were in festival garb at the time. Sir Brian answered that we were travelling to festival at which the attendent so answered: I figured as much. That's why you are in sixties clothing. Tis to laugh. 1060 perhaps.

Sir Brian and Sir Richard travelled in full armour. They were quite colorful in their new surcoats. We art truly indebted to Lady Lisa. She was kind enough to be seamstress to many of our festival clothing. Sir Brian and Sir Richard both have new surcoats and breeches thanks to her. The insignia on Sir Brian's surcoat was based on a design that he found with flourishes of my own. The unicorn of Sir Richard's surcoat was a design of my own creation. For Master James, she made a copy of his worn tunic. As for myself, she sewed a pair of breeches and pouches. With the assistance of Sir Richard, I now have enough to travel in festival clothes. I am borrowing a shirt and pouch from Sir Richard. Sir Richard is the supply officer and coach driver of the group. The others scoffed that I had a rapier and main-gauche before I had garb, but at Hawkwood, a traveller arrived with a two handed sword sheathed in back wearing little more than a t-shirt and jeans. Sir Brian requisitioned boots, belt and sword for this year. Sir Brian now sports a shiny new sugarloaf helmet from Museum Replicas while Sir Richard wears his trusty great helm.