
Waves crashing on the shore (I'm going to put my little video on a loop and fall asleep to it every night)
Adieu, Gore Place! Not pictured: the chainmail jewelry people, Bartlett yarns, Mind's Eye yarns, Nanney Kennedy and her Sea Colors yarn and finished goods, the sheep dog trials, the re-enactors (especially the lady spinning flax on her wheel), and the Irish step dancers.
Wee baby goats on display. There were also some funky chickens, but the lighting under the tent was too challenging to capture their plumage. Beautiful, sunny days are wonderful for festivals but tough on creatures in pens and too high-contrast to make for good phone photos. C'est la vie!
To me there are few things better than a fiber-y festival at a colonial era property in New England. It combines some of my favorite things. So, a little bit about Gore Place, which is still farmed today.
Lunch from the Polish truck. We waited so long in line that I couldn't take the time to snap a picture of our plate: pierogi, kielbasa, and stuffed cabbage with sour cream and onions. Worth the wait!