Here comes the sun.

Holy shit it feels good to be back.

Unfortunately a combination of Real Life and the winter has kept me away from the blades for far too long. The evenings are getting longer and staying dry so now our informal sessions are starting up again. As I've mentioned, this is a scattered interest. Popular worldwide but it's a bugger finding a local group. Running a formal group means you have to hire a hall and make sure you've got the insurance and all of that. Not that much of a problem if you have enough people to cover the costs of the hall and storage (trust me, carrying 2 sets of swords is enough without the masks and padding). I live in a city, having a place with a garden big enough to hold a lesson is a minor miracle, indoors? out of the question.

If I wanted to spend £40 a week on a hobby that leaves me breathless and feeling a bit sick, I'd smoke cloves. So, until my lottery winnings come in, we're reliant on weather.

This break has lead me to ask one question. King's Cross is now a fully functioning international train station- How can one tourist with a pull suitcase the size of my book pocket take up more space than me with a sodding huge bag of swords? OK two... why can't I stab them?