Armorial bearings of Royal Navy Vice-Admiral Samuel Butcher, commander of the 50-gun frigate HMS Antelope and Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society.
Arms: Vert, an elephant argent. Mantling vert and argent. Crest: On a wreath of the colours, a branch of a cotton-tree fructed proper. Motto: “Be Steady”.
Image from page 278 of “Armorial families: a directory of gentlemen of coat-armour” (1905).
I’m going to take a couple weeks off-grid, so there will be a hiatus in the blog. Luckily, nobody actually reads it. ;)
Dillweed points out that this could make you the hero of Pennsic.
Of course, at my house you’d just put your beers in the stream. And tell the kids not to mess with them, of course, to avoid any repeats of the watermelon incident.
Built the usual palatial treehouse, this time suspended by a thick iron chain on a handy oak tree. I bent over all the shrubbery and tree seedlings underneath and after a week and a half it popped right back up, which gratified my Boy Sprout “leave no trace” camping ethic.
The Midrealm was massively outnumbered, so the East Kingdom graciously sent a couple hundred troops over from time to time, which made things much more fun. It’s nice to see that sort of behavior – far too often in the past, SCA royalty have ignored the interests of the fighters in order to flatter their own egos. Kudos to HRM Gregor of the East!
During the field battles I kept a change of tape on the inside of my helmet, and frequently switched sides between bouts. So I got to form up with (and run away from) Clan Prechain, Markland, Concusar, Anglesey and Calontir.
I left midway through war week to spend some time with visiting relatives from Old Blighty, but while I was there I had a wonderful time, despite the Pennsic Jail and rock-stealing incidents.
As usual, I had to create a new account, having forgotten my many old ones. At least this year I didn’t accidentally hack the site and dump the backend database; that was embarrassing last time around.