A gentle summer day in the way Germany can be simply marvelous about: soft blue skies, a light breeze and the air clear and touchable at the same time. You can feel it all along your skin. Perfect for a Renaissance festival, so we started the journey of Bernau bei Berlin. It’s just outside the hauptstadt some kilometres, still partially surrounded by it’s ancient walls.
You could feel the excitement in the air even before we were all shocked when cannons were fired, a very questionable idea within a mostly closed square which sent babies and small children to squalling and a couple of elders clutching their chests or heads. But when it was finished we all marched or wandered to the fair grounds eager for the sport and play to come, theatre productions, mead drinking and meat roasted over an open fire.
A day well and memorably spent. We returned home singing and passing the last horn of mead now slightly overheated in our leathers, swords and bows at hip and back, much to the bemused observation of stylishly dressed “moderns” who shared the train ride.