One overview of the entrance to the "Villa Alava".
Beneath the shaded arbor, a crest depicting Rosa's actual family crest coupled with my invented family crest, based on my last name.
Another crest.....that of my daughter.....and her husband.
Our museum of 'artifacts' from the neighboring and perpetually feuding shires of Ochershire and Azurton.
The gaming area, for dueling in various forms!
The Royal Throne, crown, and scepter. But before sitting upon it, you must prove yourself worthy.....
....and pull forth the sword from the stone and anvil.
And for those in need of chastisement.....Lady Marta's Stocks. You can see her leather slapper hanging from the one side. (the axe is for very serious offences and fortunately has never had to be used. Makes a nice warning though.)
The Arthurian-themed cups of Grail tasks.
Our tennis ball-firing mangonel.
And our Torvald Drumpf effigy that one could do battle with and or otherwise abuse. (He is shown here post-party with the broken fragments of his chest plate about his feet.)
Besides Torvald, the only other participant who probably did not have a good time was poor William Tell the Younger.
In my next post I will show some of the events as they unfolded with our guests......(with some of the faces obscured for polite anonymity).