Sometimes you see something that makes you do a double take, even though you know that it can’t possibly be true.
When during our summer of 2013 visit, I first saw a figure hanging from a gallows I certainly caught my breath.
Then my brain kicked in and knew it couldn’t possibly be a real person, and of course it was a manikin.
The “executioner” that I saw nearby was however very real and looked suitably scary for the role.
In my last post from Pendennis Castle, I leave Himself, Little Mr and Kiwi Daughter in a large tent where for a fee you can decorate various objects.
Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr have chosen to decorate small wooden shields but aside from the queue to get in, the tent is packed and there is standing room only so I arrange to go somewhere quieter and meet them later.
This post is a compilation of my visit to the fort earlier in the day and my look around the large square building near the entrance. Outside there are some seats and refreshment stalls, I get some water and sit for a while talking a much needed rest. Then I go inside and discover a series of rooms filled with exhibition material, everything from medieval weaponry to models of the peninsular where the castle and fort are standing.
I love this kind of thing, and knowing that the other members of my family are less enamoured by historical stuff, I’m delighted that I’m here by myself and that they are doing something that they like better.
I take a slow look round and end up in the shop, where I buy a few souvenirs.The time when the others are supposed to join me elapses and I wonder where they have gotten to, luckily I can sit on the same steps near the entrance where I waited when we came in, and just as well because it was quite a wait.
It turns out that the tent was so packed with kids wanting to do the various activities that there was a queue for the use of the materials.
It might have been a better idea to have let less kids in at a time so that there were enough materials to go around, because patience was being tried, but other parents like Himself had already paid the fee for the activity and the kids were keen to be creating something so they joined the wait, and waited and waited and waited. (Some with more degrees of meltdown than others.) Our offspring survived and joined me near the entrance waving shields still glistening with wet paint, I will have to confess that about 10% of my brain was congratulating them on their efforts and about 90% of it was panicking about getting paint on the upholstery in the camper.
Luckily I found several old plastic shopping bags and used them as places to put the wet artworks on to dry and heaved a huge sigh of relief that we were are least not adding something extra to the list of already high insurance expenses for damage incurred this trip. We’ve all loved this event, but due to the pain I’m thinking that it might not have been wise to have done so much walking. Only later would I find out that this was not a case of ” doing more and getting better faster”, but rather of “over extending and doing damage.” Time to hit the ice-packs and painkillers. The kids however, still have enough energy to run on ahead…