PINK!
My White Silk tights from the holy land are PINK! If there was any colour i could pick it not to be, that would be it. I have tried to wash it out and re dye them but nothing is working...
I've also upset Little Red...
I spoke too hastily about her owning too many Red things in my anger. I am sorry for saying what i said, and her silence punishes me more than any action could. She is spirited for a fifteen year old, and more spiteful than i am, fortunately she has her mothers compassion.
The rest of the clothes are fine except for a white Jerkin of mine which has taken on a pink hew, I have gifted it to Little John as it was much to large for me anyway and being so close to home i no longer have need for it. I was right about him owning nothing but the clothes he stands in.
I feel such a fool.
My cheeks match my tights from embarrassment of it all.
I hope tomorrow, all will be forgiven.
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Monday, 29 October 2012
So close and yet...
So while all that's washing I'll tell you what i can see because its a sight that makes me feel... well...
I can see home. We have set camp tonight on a tall hill top, beneath us is the forest of Glenhoe, we shall have to take a detour round it as I have never set foot on the forests paths. Bandits outlaws and Robbers apparently live and work in the forest living off the land, the forest at least this part belongs to me so outlaws and Robbers that habit it are residents of my estate... I still wouldn't want to meet them... well not in a them robbing us way, besides I have nothing of worth to rob on me but my bow and my sword, and Red I suppose. The two men can defend themselves well enough I and I know they'll be fine if we came under attack, Red however I'm scared for.
I feel glad that we will be home tomorrow, Little red will be safer under a decent roof and in a home envir.... oh no. .... oh no oh no.... they can't be....
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Practicality's
So apparently I do nothing but mope around and make mess and don't lift a finger to help. Right! they think like Sir James of Winchester i'm just a spoilt little rich boy.
I'll show them!
They're all out looking at something Big John has found, so I shall do the clothes washing! My best white tights need doing anyway if i'm going to see Marian, so that and a few things of little reds and big Johns... i'm not sure if Little John owns anything else other than what he's wearing....
Ha! we'll see who's moping round!
I'll show them!
They're all out looking at something Big John has found, so I shall do the clothes washing! My best white tights need doing anyway if i'm going to see Marian, so that and a few things of little reds and big Johns... i'm not sure if Little John owns anything else other than what he's wearing....
Ha! we'll see who's moping round!
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
And so to walking.
Oh My Word... Does that man ever stop whining or singing! or... anything!!!
Over fourteen hours walking today, I think we've covered thirty miles or so. In all my time walking to and from battles and forward and back into enemy territory I have never had such torture as Big John put me through today. I think he's kept little reds spirits up thought and for that I'm grateful, but if i have to hear yet another marching song....
I will have to repair my shoes next evening I have a hole worn clear through them, I guess Red will too so i shall have to repair hers before mine. but that will be a job for tomorrow evening.
I am worried about her too. A life like this for a young maiden such as her will not be good and i will certainly receive the blame for that from my father when we get home. Now that is a reason to stay at war!
We set up camp in the middle of open field tonight, I'm sure people can see our camp fire for miles around but we have no enemy or threat or anything to see the light and come and kill us in the night. Little red says i keep falling asleep in front of the fire, I'm only closing my eyes...
Over fourteen hours walking today, I think we've covered thirty miles or so. In all my time walking to and from battles and forward and back into enemy territory I have never had such torture as Big John put me through today. I think he's kept little reds spirits up thought and for that I'm grateful, but if i have to hear yet another marching song....
I will have to repair my shoes next evening I have a hole worn clear through them, I guess Red will too so i shall have to repair hers before mine. but that will be a job for tomorrow evening.
I am worried about her too. A life like this for a young maiden such as her will not be good and i will certainly receive the blame for that from my father when we get home. Now that is a reason to stay at war!
We set up camp in the middle of open field tonight, I'm sure people can see our camp fire for miles around but we have no enemy or threat or anything to see the light and come and kill us in the night. Little red says i keep falling asleep in front of the fire, I'm only closing my eyes...
Monday, 8 October 2012
Midnight Watch
It is midnight. I don't know why I'm watching, probably out of habit. There is nothing to watch except for animals. I'd go to sleep but I know I won't be able to.
The moonlight is so bright tonight and i wonder if it bathes Marian's room in silver, as it does my face.
The fish in the river are jumping for fireflies. While we were away i saw a man fishing at night using only a burning branch and a net. I felt like those fish. Tricked into a land of war and false glory. at least my aim improved...
Little Jon in a rare moment of speech suggested we make more Arrows as we do not know how the country is fairing under King Dickie's reign. The arrows at least will help for hunting.
From what I have seen of the country so far there are many people struggling and many people living of what they can find.
Deer in Glenhoe at this time of the year will be plentifully and I do not worry about how the villagers on my estate will fare. Tomorrow we will be over half way home and the day after we should reach the estate by nightfall that means I have three days until I can see Marian again at least. Three days. Three days and I do not know how my heart will cope with the wait... and there was I thinking my time in the crusades was long enough.
You would not believe how low the stars seem. In the east we thought of high stars as a promise of hotter days. Maybe we shall have frost closer to morning and the world will wash its self in white, cleansing the day.
Oh Marian. I feel I shall not sleep until I see your face again, and yet the only times I have seen it these years hence, have been in my dreams.
The moonlight is so bright tonight and i wonder if it bathes Marian's room in silver, as it does my face.
The fish in the river are jumping for fireflies. While we were away i saw a man fishing at night using only a burning branch and a net. I felt like those fish. Tricked into a land of war and false glory. at least my aim improved...
Little Jon in a rare moment of speech suggested we make more Arrows as we do not know how the country is fairing under King Dickie's reign. The arrows at least will help for hunting.
From what I have seen of the country so far there are many people struggling and many people living of what they can find.
Deer in Glenhoe at this time of the year will be plentifully and I do not worry about how the villagers on my estate will fare. Tomorrow we will be over half way home and the day after we should reach the estate by nightfall that means I have three days until I can see Marian again at least. Three days. Three days and I do not know how my heart will cope with the wait... and there was I thinking my time in the crusades was long enough.
You would not believe how low the stars seem. In the east we thought of high stars as a promise of hotter days. Maybe we shall have frost closer to morning and the world will wash its self in white, cleansing the day.
Oh Marian. I feel I shall not sleep until I see your face again, and yet the only times I have seen it these years hence, have been in my dreams.
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
We're back!!!
Home! England! No more sand! no more camels! No more Sir James of Winchester! Hurrah!
Marian however made my return less enjoyable by turning down my proposal. Again. I think my count stands at 12 times now. The letter was waiting for me at the port when we returned and after over six months on a boat, it wasn't the answer I was hoping for. I of course showed the proper decorum and did not tell of the letters content. I won't give in, we're destined to be together.
My return brings too, two new members of my entourage. Myself and My sister little red, who i must say annoyed me greatly by accompanying me on the journey to the crusades, are joined by two men. Little John, being called so because he is rather tall, is a silent creature, partly because he cannot get a word in edge ways. The other man Big john, called so because, I can only presume, he is short. (or maybe for other reasons which I'd rather not know about...) Big John unlike his tall silent brother talks, complains and keeps up an ever increasing display of noisy unusual talents. Neither have the benefit of 'book learning' however both are talented and expert marksmen. Both the Johns have been valuable assets to me over our time at war and so I have offered them a place in my estate Glenhoe when we return.
Even thinking of Glenhoe makes me more determined to start travelling immediately but all the men are tired after the long journey and also somewhat dizzy. Little red insists on staying where we are tonight so our legs can once again adjust to the land. I am supposed to be fishing, not writing my journal, part of me fears that the paper of such will be used to keep the camp fire burning. I know that once that fire starts i will gaze lonely into the warm flames and think only of the bed that awaits me on my estate.
Oh! I have a fish! I'd better concentrate on catching a few more.
Maybe I will write more later, if i find time to steal away.
Marian however made my return less enjoyable by turning down my proposal. Again. I think my count stands at 12 times now. The letter was waiting for me at the port when we returned and after over six months on a boat, it wasn't the answer I was hoping for. I of course showed the proper decorum and did not tell of the letters content. I won't give in, we're destined to be together.
My return brings too, two new members of my entourage. Myself and My sister little red, who i must say annoyed me greatly by accompanying me on the journey to the crusades, are joined by two men. Little John, being called so because he is rather tall, is a silent creature, partly because he cannot get a word in edge ways. The other man Big john, called so because, I can only presume, he is short. (or maybe for other reasons which I'd rather not know about...) Big John unlike his tall silent brother talks, complains and keeps up an ever increasing display of noisy unusual talents. Neither have the benefit of 'book learning' however both are talented and expert marksmen. Both the Johns have been valuable assets to me over our time at war and so I have offered them a place in my estate Glenhoe when we return.
Even thinking of Glenhoe makes me more determined to start travelling immediately but all the men are tired after the long journey and also somewhat dizzy. Little red insists on staying where we are tonight so our legs can once again adjust to the land. I am supposed to be fishing, not writing my journal, part of me fears that the paper of such will be used to keep the camp fire burning. I know that once that fire starts i will gaze lonely into the warm flames and think only of the bed that awaits me on my estate.
Oh! I have a fish! I'd better concentrate on catching a few more.
Maybe I will write more later, if i find time to steal away.
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