In a place called Shrewsbury

In a place called Shrewsbury......

I get called m'lady all day....and I like it.

I get to have a henna tattoo that will lead to strange looks by people at church the next day.....and I kind of like that too.

I eat the same thing every year, the Ploughman's platter which has little slices of sourdough bread, salami, different types of cheese, grapes, strawberries and oranges.

I discovered a new drink this year, sweet water, water with honey and spices. I loved it.

You are transported back in time when there were no cell phones or computers to distract your children. They are entertained by singers, jugglers, actors, jousting, playing darts and looking at the wares of their kinsfolk.

People are loving and kind. There are so many people offering things for free. Wooden wands for children, a refill of icewater for your water bottle, plums, apples, pears to munch on.

Although I do enjoy my modern conveniences like flush toilets and hand sanitizer I also love dressing in period clothing and just for a day feeling like I am walking the dusty streets of a different time.

You can hear the revelers shouting "hazzah" for their favorite competitor. And you can see a goat pulling a cart laden with fruit. And a young boy and girl herding that goat in the right direction. You can smell the sweet aromatic lavender everywhere you go. Inhaling deeply in hopes that it will just stay in your lungs for a moment longer. You can touch soft wool as it comes straight from the spinning wheel or touch the smooth leather of a pouch or belt. And you can taste the salty rich haggis, an authentic scottish dish from the renaiisance period made with lamb, barley and potatoes.

Good day to you Shrewsbury, we look forward to visiting again next year.

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