Sausage on a stick

On saturday Steve, Monkey & I went on a jolly to the medieval fayre at Ludlow castle. And there were sausages on sticks. Brilliant. No messing with buns. No onions or sauce decisions. Just meat. On a stick. And as its handed over we are warned. Be careful. Its hot and its on a sharp stick. So dutifully we all burnt ourselves and stabbed ouselves with the sticks. Fortunately a supply of medicinal ale was on hand.

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).