EVENTS
EVENTS
Tom
Fool's Day
Muncaster
Castle
Thursday,
April 1st
Muncaster
Castle - the ONLY Castle in England (and possibly in the
world) which still has its own Fool - celebrates April Fool's
Day by inviting the public to 'Pelt a Pennington'. The Pennington
in question is the long-suffering Peter Frost Pennington,
who is voluntarily allowing himself to be placed in the
Castle's stocks so that people can hurl eggs and wet sponges
at him. All proceeds will come to the Centre, and
our staff will be on hand to oversee proceedings and make
sure that no-one raps a sponge around a rock ...
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Festival
of Fools
Muncaster
Castle, Ravenglass.
Thursday
May 30th to Thursday June 3rd
Muncaster
Castle is choosing its new Fool and – as ever – they're
letting us loose on the sideshows. When you consider that
the sideshows consist almost entirely of things you throw
and hit, you have to wonder about the advisability of it,
but – hey, who are we to argue?
The
Festival runs from Sunday the 30th of May
to Thursday the 3rd of June inclusive,
so we'll need quite a lot of help – both during the day
running the shows, as well as with the setting up and putting
away. Any volunteers will be greeted with open arms.
Failing
that, just drop by and say 'Hi'.
The
Centre's super-duper, star-studded SPRING
RAFFLE will be drawn on Thursday afternoon
AT 3.00pm.
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Past
Events:
Christmas
Fair - 14th November 2009.
This was the main
gate of The Chase on Saturday the 14th of November.

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There was an entire
new river system being born in our back garden, too ...

Inside, people compared
fashion notes on wet-weather gear and winter woollies ...

But where there's food,
there are happy punters:

And we made just over
£600.00 on the wettest day of the year.
What can we say?
It's just a knack ...
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20th
Anniversary Celebrations
August
22nd has come and gone and is already receding into the mists of
time, but golly, weren't WE lucky bunnies, and don't we KNOW it?
From Monday the 17th through to the morning of Friday the 21st ,
we were pounded by high winds, driving rain and general climatic
grimness. Gazebos were erected on mud in the teeth of a gale and
it was accounted a miracle when they were still standing the following
morning having neither blown away, buckled nor slid downhill.
Then,
on Friday afternoon, as we were wandering forlornly around the quagmire
with tombola prizes, jumble, books and assorted junk antiques the
wind dropped, the skies cleared and the sun came out.
If
I was a person who believed in omens I'd be mentioning the moment
on that Friday afternoon when someone walked past the buddleia outside
the office window and a huge cloud of Painted Ladies, Peacocks,
Fritillaries, Red Admirals and Tortoiseshells flew into the air
…
Saturday,
August 22nd dawned.
The
sky was blue - except for the picturesque, fluffy white clouds.
A light wind – of the variety usually referred to as a ‘zephyr'
– was gently ruffling the leaves on the trees and the birds were
tweeting away like anything.

The
ground had dried out. The first visitors arrived. The Mayors arrived.
The park-and-ride system up from the car park at Muncaster Castle
was worked flawlessly. The outdoor service went without a hitch
(even after we half-inched the power cable to rescue the ice cream
van when its generator packed up … ).

The
birthday cake was cut. The speeches were delivered. The photographs
were taken (by Yours Truly, who is not, therefore, in ANY of them
… ho-ho-ho). People basked in the sun, licked ice creams, drank
wine, ate strawberries, wandered around the garden and greeted old
friends. Then, after the raffle was drawn, all 300 or so magically
melted away again.

Sunday,
August 23rd dawned ...

High
winds, driving rain and general climatic grimness.
I
don't know about you – but WE find that slightly scary ...
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