Saturday, 20 April 2013

Celebrating St George's Day

Medieval mystery and glamour provided a colourful spectacle.
Yesterday Younger Daughter came to stay, to hear the Man of the House singing at the Folk Club, where he was the Support Act for the Guest Group, so this morning when she headed for the station on her way back home I walked into town with her, and we found everything decorated for St George, and the most wonderful Extravaganza going on the Castle Grounds. We'd both completely forgotten that April 23 is the Feast Day of England's Patron Saint, and his the anniversary is celebrated on the nearest Saturday.
A wattle frame, made from hazel uprights, with willow woven
across, and a mixture of clay, sand and straw daubed over it.
Sometimes, apparently, they used animal dung!
It seemed as everyone had decided to join in the fun - perhaps because the weather was so glorious: the sun shone from a clear blue sky, and it was so warm we took our jackets off (for the first time this year). St George's Flag (a red upright cross on a white background) was flying from the Castle, and bunting was strung across railings and wound around the Bandstand. There was traditional jousting, and a re-enactment of St George's exploits with dragon (with a twist provided by the princess), with all kinds of other entertainment laid on by a group of enthusiasts who pitched Medieval-style tents and set up a 15th Century recruiting camp, and the air was thick with woodsmoke from their fires - a smell which always reminds me of the autumn bonfires everyone lit in their gardens when I was young.
'Cookers' like this were once top-of-the-range, must-have kitchen
equipment. Even though they were essentially open fires, they
enabled people to cook in a large central cauldron, with three or
four smaller pots in the corners around the edge.
The re-enactors were all tremendously knowledgeable about their field of expertise, and only to happy to demonstrate their skills and tell visitors about life in the 14th Century. So we saw birds of prey, learned how wattle and daub walls were made, and shuddered at the horrors of Medieval medicine. We looked on in wonder as a 'knight' donned his armour, enjoyed a lovely chat about cooking with a couple offering a glimpse into a Medieval kitchen, and were amazed to discover how many different types of arrow were available, depending on whether you you were shooting birds for food, or aiming to bring down a horse in battle, or kill a man, or start a blaze. in enemy territory.
Bright, striped pavilions on the Lower Lawn provided a colourful
backdrop for knightly fighting.
There were masses of things for children to do, including making clay pots, trying on armour, and shooting with a bow and arrow, and you could tour round the Castle for just £3, which is less than half the usual price. It's a long time since we've been round the Castle, and The Man of the House (who walked into town to join me after YD went to catch her train) was quite keen on the idea - until he saw the length of the queue waiting to get in! So we decided to go some other time instead.
Some of the arrowheads on display - I think there must have been
a couple of dozen altogether - and they certainly look as if they
could inflict a lot of damage.
It really was a lovely day, and I took lots of photos, so I'm posting a few here for this week's Saturday Snapshot, and I hope they convey a little of the atmosphere.
A young soldier donning padded under-garments
before putting his armour on.
By the way, according to legend, St George rescued a beautiful Princess from a dragon which ravaged the land (somewhere in Libya, I believe). As he led the tamed beast away he told people it would never bother them again, so long as they put their faith in Jesus and were baptised - so they did and they were! Sadly, however,  poor old George lost his life during the Emperor Diocletian's fearsome persecution of Christians in the early fourth century. 
Youngsters queued up to try their hand at writing
with a quill. People didn't use whole feathers, because
it would be too unwieldy, and it's only the central
which is needed, so the feather was trimmed back.
His victory over the dragon is seen as the triumph of good over evil, and the beast is usually interpreted as being a personification of evil, or a symbol of paganism. The truth of his story has been questioned, but he continues to be venerated by Christians in various denominations and, apparently, by Moslems, and I think it is rather nice that people of different faiths agree on this.
Bread was baked in clay ovens, similar to the pizza ovens
some people install in their gardens.
If you want to see more Saturday Snapshot photos from other participants, the weekly posts are hosted by Alyce, over at http://athomewithbooks.net/http://athomewithbooks.net/2013/04/saturday-snapshot-april-20/
These scary implements were used by doctors,
and the medical gentleman pictured (who said he
carried out lots of blood letting) looks pretty
frightening in those dark clothes.

29 comments:

  1. These are wonderful photos of St. George's Day (off to Google St. George's Day).

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    1. Thank you. St George is the patron saint of England. Years ago people didn't celebrate it, but in recent years lots of towns have started to processions, and fairs and festivals and stuff, with flags and music and entertainment.

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  2. These pictures are great, and it looks like you had a great time! Here’s my Saturday snapshot post. ~ Jen @ A Book and a Latte

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    1. I had a wonderful time. It was fun, and I met some great people, and learned lots of stuff I didn't know before about 15th Century life!

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  3. How fun, what great pictures!!! Thanks for stopping by my snapshot post today, too! :-)

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    1. I always enjoy events like this because re-enactors are so passionate about what they do, and they really bring the past to life.

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  4. What a great celebration, glad you took your camera.

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    1. I nearly didn't bother, because I was only going to walk to the station with my Younger Daughter, and see her off on the train. I grabbed my little camera at the last moment, just as we were leaving, because it was lying on top of a bookcase by my keys!

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  5. What a fun event, and I love that you came upon it unexpectedly. So glad there was beautiful weather for it, too.

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    1. It was like summer, and everyone was enjoying themselves. I wish Tamworth did more things like this.

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  6. Thanks for sharing your photos of St. George's day as well as the history behind it.

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    1. Glad you liked them. When I was first at work, back in the 70s, the St George's Cross was hi-jacked by extreme right-wing groups, and any show of nationalism had political overtones. But over the last decade or so it seems to have reclaimed by ordinary people - once in a while the English like to let their hair down and party!

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  7. lovely photos, what a nice day :)

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  8. What a great surprise! That's what I love so much about England, being able to walk to the train station and coming upon this!!!

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    1. It's wonderful isn't it - an ordinary day turns into a festival at the drop of a hat!

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  9. What a lovely celebration! Thanks for sharing it....and for visiting my blog.

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    1. It was one of those perfect days that comes unlooked completely unlooked for. I think that's what made it so special.

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  10. These are so fun... Yes, I remember visiting England when my son was small and he really enjoyed going to events like this. But I don't think it was specifically St. George's Day. You see, that's why I really love visiting Britain, there's so much attractive history there. We visited Hampton Courts when my son was oh, maybe 9 or 10 and he bought a pair of wooden swords. I think we still have them in the house somewhere in the basement. He's 23 now. ;)

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    1. I think we tend to take our history and traditions for granted, but we are so lucky in England with our old buildings, and landscapes, and stories about the past.

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  11. Great photos, Christine! What a wonderful day that must have been! I would love to see something like that. I know of St. George, but not a lot of the specifics. Thanks for sharing some historical detail.

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    1. That's kind of you to say so Frances! I must admit I don't really know a lot about St George, or whether he was a real historical figure. There seem to be lots of stories about him in different countries, but I think they all feature a dragon.

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  12. Good to see St George's Day celebrations - I don't think there's anything like that around where I live, but then I'm practically on the Scottish border.

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    1. There was certainly no celebration in the area of Surrey where I grew up. It seems to have become established in some areas since the Millennium festivities in 2000. I assume his Feast Day was marked in Medieval times, and I believe there are references in some mumming plays and old songs.

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  13. Your photos and description made me want to be there! What a lovely day.

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    1. The whole thing was an absolute delight.

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  14. I enjoyed reading your post last night and meant to comment, but ended up looking up St. George and the Dragon, and from there shapes people see when looking at the moon, including St. George and the Dragon when looking at the moon in the Southern Hemisphere. (And then an article on why the moon looks different there.) I was quite distracted and diverted. :) So I came back to say - lovely photos and details about what you got to see!

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  15. What a remarkable event with great historical details. Just the word "cauldron" brews up images in my mind. :-) Thanks for sharing.

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  16. I would love to have seen this, and have been there with the kids when they were little. What fun!

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