I arrived at Fantasy Faire in the usual fashion, hovering outside the gates whilst Sonya Marmurek muttered “We go through this every year, we’re not open yet, you’re not coming in”.
As usual I engaged with my usual cunning plan of waiting until the gates opened and then running past a bemused Sonya Marmurek.
I arrived at Fairelands Junction to find myself surrounded by a snow storm, this was, to say the least, a tad unexpected.
However I quickly found myself in much sunnier climes when I found my way to the region of Midas.
Indeed I found myself running from region to region to discover very different climatic conditions.
Now Fantasy Faire can be a confusing affair, so I was extremely grateful to find the extremely familiar sight of The Fairechylde.
I’m not quite sure what happened on The Fairechylde, I found myself talking to some Elves and I suspect they put something in my mead because I seemed to mysteriously lose my memory and awoke in a field to discover painting was on offer.
Never trust an Elf! However, this was nothing compared to what I found in Bayounimba, there is something seriously odd going on in Bayounimba, I’m not making this up!
This year I have remembered to bring a video camera with me to capture my memories, which is just as well with Elves around who cause havoc with your mead, here are some of my early recordings.