Rowany Festival

Barony of Rowany, Easter, AS XXXVII

Festival Main Page --- Period Camp --- Fighting
Laurels' Prize Tourney --- Pelican Ceremony --- People

Period Camp

At each Festival many gentles try to completely leave mundane life behind. Period Camp-sites attempt to recreate all aspects of medieval life as accurately as possible. No gas stoves, no battery torches, no discussion of current events or pass-times. All cooking is done over an open fire, using medieval recipes and cooking methods. Each night they gather in the Baronial Pavilion to feast by candle-light, drink meads and ales crafted by our brewers, and be regaled with tales, songs ,and the occasional pun, into the night. The camp at dawn (when Gwynfors and Gwirs, and the occasional Stormhold Excellency were stirring, but few others!), with the newly started fires dancing under the tripods in the still, fresh air, it was a beautiful sight.

Rudolph, Baron Stormhold, and Brianna in the early morn

Each evening, a feast is held in the Baronial Pavilion

Mistress Baroness Rowan Perigrynne, OP, OL posing after the fashion of the portrait this clothing was documented from in front of her pavilion.

-r Lord Cormac Lenihan, Lord Conan MacAndreis & Lady Gwir verch Madog



These are the pages of the Shire of Krae Glas, in the Kingdom of Lochac, a branch of the Society for Creative Anachronism. These are not official pages of the SCA, or the SCAA (Inc), and do not delineate official policy of these bodies.	Rowany Festival Barony of Rowany, Easter, AS XXXVII Festival Main Page --- Period Camp --- Fighting Laurels' Prize Tourney --- Pelican Ceremony --- People *Period Camp* At each Festival many gentles try to completely leave mundane life behind. Period Camp-sites attempt to recreate all aspects of medieval life as accurately as possible. No gas stoves, no battery torches, no discussion of current events or pass-times. All cooking is done over an open fire, using medieval recipes and cooking methods. Each night they gather in the Baronial Pavilion to feast by candle-light, drink meads and ales crafted by our brewers, and be regaled with tales, songs ,and the occasional pun, into the night. The camp at dawn (when Gwynfors and Gwirs, and the occasional Stormhold Excellency were stirring, but few others!), with the newly started fires dancing under the tripods in the still, fresh air, it was a beautiful sight.

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