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Brisbane Medieval Fayre

According to here BMF is on May 14 and 15 this year. That's a bit early, isn't it?

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turner23
Apr. 10th, 2005 09:15 pm (UTC)
the rumours are that woodford want a second folk festivale so they've taken the june/july period and don't want competition. as the woodford group now run bmf.....

the fiend
politics! yay!
halloranelder
Apr. 10th, 2005 10:34 pm (UTC)
Lovely!

I'm glad I did a bit of looking around and discovered this. I would have been screwed otherwise if it had happened "unannounced".
paradigmshifty
Apr. 10th, 2005 09:17 pm (UTC)
Well, looks like I won't be there this year then...
omegamorningsta
Apr. 10th, 2005 11:53 pm (UTC)
If it is any consolation there will be a historical re-enactment event on the June long weekend... the "History Alive" event at Fort Lytton will be on then.

Apparently QFF is running an Indigenous Festival @ Woodford on that date and didn't want to split their resources.

So yes, early season for us re-enactors this year!
paradigmshifty
Apr. 11th, 2005 01:28 am (UTC)
I'm even less likely to be in Brisbane in June...

And re-enactment isn't the reason I go to the Fayre anyway.
delphaeus
Apr. 11th, 2005 07:20 am (UTC)
oh so tempted
halloranelder
Apr. 11th, 2005 06:02 pm (UTC)
If I've moved by then I will offer you a place to stay, but there's no guarentee that I will have.
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