Robin Hood Festival
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Brenden, Maya, and I went to the Robin Hood Festival in Nottingham. "The Plan" (me & brenden) was to go to Sherwood forest and find someone selling venison. We wanted to commemorate the Merry Men's meals. But that didn't happen. No one at the festival had deer meat. Does anyone else find it odd that no one else thought to sell deer meat at the Robin Hood festival?
Well it was the last day of the festival. Us and about fifty thousand other people are there. We got directed to a pretty good parking spot. Festival admission was free, you had to pay three pounds for parking. Not a bad deal.
While there we went through all the little shops and displays.
The festival itself was kinda small I think. I expected a lot more performers, concession stands, activities. I made the comment that "To see a proper commercialization of a rennaissance festival you have to come to the states." It got a giggle out of Maya, who has been to a rennaissance festival in the states.
Near the end of the loop (the festival was set up in a big circle) we saw a sign for "Major Oak". It's the tree where Robin and his men would meet up. You can't have an organization without meetings. Anyways, we see a sign with an arrow "Major Oak - 20 min". Holy crap. Five minutes equals anywhere between twenty to forty-five minutes here.
As it turns out, the walk to Major Oak wasn't that bad. And it didn't take three hours. We got there in about thirty minutes. I wonder who made their sign for them...
So we visited the tree (that is one major oak. ha! ha!), wandered around the little tents and looked at stuff being sold by the vendor's, and bumped into some of our friends. At the end of the day we were ready to go home. The Robin Hood festival was a good time. It is so very cool to see first-hand stuff that I've only seen on television before.
MONDAY - 6 Aug 2007
Ok, I didn't want to create a new entry just for this but... When we got back to Cambridge and told everybody about going to Nottingham one of the guys asks "Did you go to hooter's?" blink. blink. There was a Hooter's there? How cool would it be to go to Hooter's Nottingham? Well, we found out 'cause we went. Well, Brenden and I went. Maya wasn't interested in going. Hm, she must not like chicken wings.
So we go. We drive past it a couple times because you can't get there from the street it's on.
Hooter's is about eighty-five miles from Cambridge. An hour and a half drive. We only did it because it's Hooter's Nottingham. The very same Hooter's Robin Hood went to back-in-the-day. It's also the very first Hooter's in the U.K. I read somewhere.
After another hour and a half, eighty-five mile drive, we're back at our hotel. Another successful day. Qappla!