Our hastily planned trip to Culloden turned out well. There weren't all that many Government troops so our late registration wasn't a problem. The boys went and got a vanfull of wood... and seemed to pick up a few snakes in the process. while it seemed to provide 
amusement of sorts during the weekend, they did find all the snakes and had them removed by the time it was time to pack up and move out.The event started Friday night with the landing of the Scottish Prince so we changed centuries 
rather quickly - usually friday night is just hanging out while Saturday & Sunday are the actual dress up days. This event was a tad different also in that many of the p
layers preferred to use a first person approach to their day, unlike the usual third person events I was accustomed to.
rather quickly - usually friday night is just hanging out while Saturday & Sunday are the actual dress up days. This event was a tad different also in that many of the p
layers preferred to use a first person approach to their day, unlike the usual third person events I was accustomed to.Saturday was a fine day - the boys got some action in, we had some lovely meals, visited with our friends and did some shopping up on Sutler row.... this event was so small it consisted of just two merchants. The ladies were invited to Tea after the battle so I did indeed get a chance to wear my new petticoat and reworked gown. Tea was unlike anything I'd seen before at an event - a musical quartet playing, young servants to share small pastries, silk and brocade gowns, along with a visit from the prince himself. 
We had a fine Chicken stew for dinner, and then just about time to go wandering about socializing it began to rain. Most of us choose to stay in camp under our new fly and catch up with each other instead of out visiting in the wet.
Sunday dawned cold and blustery. The scottish camp had had several tents downed by
the weather but we were fortunate, a few corners here & there pulled awry but nothing came down about us in our sleep. The traditional Sunday big hot breakfast was well received by all, the ladies gadding about in their cloaks and the lads in their regimentals trying to stay warm in the wind.
Sunday dawned cold and blustery. The scottish camp had had several tents downed by
the weather but we were fortunate, a few corners here & there pulled awry but nothing came down about us in our sleep. The traditional Sunday big hot breakfast was well received by all, the ladies gadding about in their cloaks and the lads in their regimentals trying to stay warm in the wind.We had another fine battle in the afternoon and then a few hours later it was all over. Our temporary home was packed into the cars, and now we have other events to look forward to. Culloden 2009 is over. On to the next!
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