The Feast of Fantasy would occur in Bad Manor at the end of the day.
On the green the next dance group had come on. It was so hot and yet the Morris dancers gave it their all.
Meanwhile the lords and ladies began arriving for the feast.
This was one of the singers. For me the band and the singers are the most important part of the occasion although clearly I am in the minority opinion.
And then out came our hosts Lazlo and Jim.
I have to give them credit for trying to come up with a new routine. They did not yet have the kinks worked into it yet. It didn't run smoothly, but at least it wasn't the same thing as last year (which many of the performers seem to do.)
They chose a feastmaster, Bob, who was here with 15 other people and we were off.
The appetizer was a tomato on toast. (I forgot to take pictures of the most interesting dishes - we were both very hungry by that time.) The singers came in and entertained us. Of course they had stuck us way off on the end of the table again, so I couldn't get any good pictures. The room was dark and I was a million miles away from most of the entertainment. Still, the fuzziness of pictures sometimes lends an air of the distant past, so I am posting a few fuzzy shots anyway.
The salad was beautifully herbed and the pork chop was okay, but nothing to write home about. It was served with roasted potatoes.
Spousal unit D and I always enjoy the dancers. Theor drummers were late and Lazslo and Jim thought they could stand in for them with water jugs, which disappointed me greatly (and I'm sure was very difficult on the dancers. The guys pounded on the jugs but clearly had no sense of middle eastern rhythms.
This woman in the tribal costume was very good.
Here you can see the fish course served with some kind of beans.
Of course there was a visit by the King. I do think Henry VIII might have looked a lot like this man in his youth.
He gave a kind toast (rather than the raunchy ones we had up to that time.)
He did a nice fire eating routine in our wooden building full of dried herb decorations saying, "What could go wrong?"
The belly dancers had found there way to the lawn and accompanied the drummers.