I remember a night camped out with Flu where I woke the following morning feeling fine proving, to me, that fresh air and hitting each other with lumps of steel was good for you!
There were pleasant hours singing and chatting round the camp-fires, frantic minutes defending ourselves from all-comers and years of good company.
While I was never good enough to be a Knight I made an effective back-up during our flying wedge formation: Rapid advances which were guaranteed to decimate the opposing line.
The HoB were last heard of practicing down in deepest Surrey which is a little far to travel from North of London.
Suzy, my wife, has the honour of a single-handed charge onto the end of an opposing line where the only comment from the opposition was "bol..." before 6 of their knights were flattened.
We had a wonderful time adding colour to the local scene though my personal highlights were the BoW being invited into Nottingham Castle as extra's for a pageant where I used a longbow better than their Robin Hood (mind you, he couldn't have shot much worse!) and going, in full kit, into the local burger bar where two citizens (male, teenage) were quite struck by Suzy and her best friend, Nean, until both ladies moved their sword pommels into view. The script, quite apparent on their faces, was 'corr - look at that, do you think they are sisters' to 'whoops, they are carrying swords, we had better leave them alone' played out in less time than it took us all to smile.
2. Visit the medieval 'dentist'. Suzy and Nean, Suzy's best friend, helped the dentist extract a tooth in with plenty of apparent agony and fake blood from some passing peasant. Parent's note - it's an effective cure for your childs desire for ice-cream.
The Universities contribution to Prince Maurices Regiment of The Sealed Knot, the best English Civil War society. Prince Maurices were a bunch of dragoones (mounted light infrantry) who used no horses but still managed to find ourselves in the thick of battle on many occasions.