Today we are mostly Down South-Ish, attending the 2019 edition of the Asgardian Heathen Festival.
This is a thing what Heathens and sometimes me go to where there are workshops and trade stalls and all that good stuff. There is also, I hope, a food truck and, if they know what’s good for them, COFFEE because I’m a fish out of water down here and if the fish can’t be in water then the fish damn well needs COFFEE.
The Festival moves moves around, Goblin Market-style in order to give gobl… I mean Heathens around the UK a chance to have it reasonably near them occasionally, though this year it’s a couple of hours’ drive from us. That said, the worst of that is mitigated by the fact that it’s mostly just a straight run down a single major road, so that’s nice at least (I’ve never been a big fan of driving, To Say The Least).
A nice relaxing night at the Airbnb Suzanne found, and we seem to have outlasted the rainstorms from last night (asking for trouble there, Druid, saying stuff like that), so if I can manage to actually get my backside moving we can go look at the site.
And did I mention I’d be looking for coffee?