Guy Fox

We have mentioned a name a few times on this blog. The name of Guy Fox. He is a friendly fellow with a cheery smile and a heart of gold. And last summer, he came to visit. Of course when he did, I was ridiculously busy and unable to blog and, well, we've already mentioned Locksley lack of willpower to get things done. So Now I take a moment to write about our wonderful get together at our favorite haunt, Old Sturbridge Village.

We went to the Redcoats and Rebels weekend that our favorite place had put on, just like we do every year. Unfortunately we were late, and most of the good stuff was gone. But this is what was there:

A Field of Flags.

Smoke!! Boy was that loud.

Marching away.

One of the redcoat men stopped to chat with Mr. Chauffeur

A rebel pipe band. They weren't really talkative types.

A large pile of gear. Locksley had to be prevented from going through it.

And so we walked though, watched them pack up camp, then stopped to go to the little raccoon's room, and get a drink. When we sat down, Locksley insisted on his portrait being made. (Vain beast!) And he insists it needs to go on the blog. Which it would've done... if he had kept up with the posting.

But that is beside the point. We sat down with out drinks, and a little snack (The Grant Store makes the best chocolate chip cookies on the planet. Seriously), and who sauntered up but Guy! We were pretty excited. He said he had come with the redcoats, and that one of his cousins was staying with Sargent Such-and-Such and was invited to come be part of the action.We chatted for a few minutes, but then he announced that he had to be getting back to the bus so he didn't miss his ride. Before he left, I was allowed to take a couple of snaps.

Meet Guy Fox!!

                        Guy And Locksley. Why Locksley is looking at the ground I'll never know.


So that was our adventure. A friendly face in a favorite place. Good friends. Good times. Great cookies.

Until next time, may your adventures be fiilled with the same!!

Peace!