About to depart for a weekend of fencing, in the wilds (or should that be with the Wyldes
?) of Oxfordshire. It's the bi-annual general meeting of the British Federation For Historical Swordplay
. Which, generally, would be something to which to look forward with unqualified anticipation. Alas, having been suffering from a bad back since, oh, April, I have to take everything very
carefully, to avoid doing further damage.
This means, basically, sitting and watching the majority of the weekend, rather than taking part, which is annoying, but better than nothing, I suppose. And, of course, it's a con-like environment, which is always good fun, no matter the unifying topic.
The other worrying thing is getting there. Long, potentially complicated train journey. Well, we'll see how it goes. Current Mood: anxious