We had a lovely weekend at Great Northern War! The small girl had a fabulous time, made some new friends, and got filthy, bruised, bitten, burned, and bloody. Oh, and covered in paint. Her handsewn white linen underdresses (tell me, please, why they always seem like a good idea) are now being aggressively soaked. I took brief umbrage at the number of hyperactive, overtired children left playing unattended with the fire, but apart from that I have nothing negative to say. I may have spent too long in reading and writing slash fic now, though, because there's just something about a pair of sweaty fighters facing each other in the list field, weapons clenched in their sweaty fists, gently rubbing their thrusting tips together...well, you get the idea.