Sausage on a stick
There were also knights in armour being anti French and pounding the crapola out of each other. Which was good. And a selection of medieval music and singing. Which wasn't. There was also a giant bald Monk. Who scared Monkey.
So we returned to The crown for a post trip ale. Where, sad to say, I pretty much proved that I can no longer keep up with the youngsters. (or, rather, I can, but its a huge mistake).