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 The Newcastle Village Shakespearean
Renaissance Faire
This was to be the first year of Newcastle, and from the pictures we
saw on the web we had very high hopes. And why not? The
fairegrounds was less than a half hour away. The grounds woulds be used
throughout the year for various events. Shakespearean this year,
Medieval another. Victorian times yet another year. The days
were from March 17 to April 8th just before Scarborough and perhaps much
cooler as well.
We gathered at Sir Richard's home then moved eagerly to his
coach. Present art the Man at Arms, Captain Gareth, Master
Cassidy, Sir Brian, Lady Mary and myself. |
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A young maiden in
festival garb attempts to wave us down and motions to the tents.
But where are the trees? The fountain? I have been robbed. A
dirt road leads into the heart of the small village. There is but
a single stage, and the remaining structures are tents. After
Hawkwood, this was very disheartening. Entertainment included the Bilge
Pumps, bagpipes, and even belly dancers. A shack of a toll booth
sits to the left of the road where the King extracts his toll of nearly
fifteen gold pieces of which they were unable to take from our
purses. Sir Richard wheels about the coach. A young maiden
attempts to flag us down. With a smile, she motions to the path to
Newcastle but our coach speeds on by.
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Yes, you see correctly. Homes just outside the festival
grounds. This would certainly disrupt the mood.
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I read in an article on the web that on the first weekend, disaster
struck and a tornado had fallen in their midst. So much so that
the price was dropped to eleven gold pieces. The faire did not
reopen the next year.
The year hast but begun!
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