Homesick?

Every so often I just get a pang of longing for the simple peace I find in the early (read too hot for the crowds) days of faire. The early mornings when the heat is nearly bearable to the long afternoons where you drink gallons of water, wear your fanning hand out, and find shade and solice wherever you can, to the early evening ... just as faire is ending ... just when you didn't think you could possibly take more heat. I miss the sights. I miss the sounds. I miss the smells.

I miss the feel of my wooden mug in my hand be it full of cider, ale, tea, or simple water.

The picture above is a favorite place. It's on the side of the Dragon's Lair just below the Dragon's Inn.