Memory loss

[king_pellinor]

OK, want to get this sorted out.

I distinctly remember an Arthsoc pilgrimage during which we stayed at the house of a friend of one of the party (Rhian, I think). I say friend, but it may have been vague acquaintance or brother or something. It was somewhere in Wales - either the North, the South or the Middle Bit - and so would be 1993 or 1994.

Things I recall about the place are that there was the most enormous wolfhound in the house. The town was reached in darkness, and so the bleakness of its grey stone was particularly evident. We sent an expedition off to buy food, and one of the things we made for dinner was a cake in the microwave. We may perhaps have intended to do so but been foiled by the foragers' not actually finding the ingredients, but I don't think the memory of making the cake is a reconstructed one. I seem to recall that the idea of a microwave cake was, at the time, mocked extensively.

Can anyone verify the existence of the cake, the hound, the house, the pilgrimage or indeed Arthsoc?

Comments

[parrot-knight.livejournal.com]

I don't remember the cake at all. I do remember the dog, who was called Tess or, in Welsh (so it seemed) Doss, for the command to which she would respond, we were told, was "Doss! Allan!" which would send her out of the room. The house was lived in by a cousin of Rhina's, I think; and the summer was that of 1993, being the North Wales pilgrimage; and Arthsoc, if not real, was an illusion which we all shared.

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I believe it was in Bethesda. I still don't remember the hound.

[parrot-knight.livejournal.com]

I remember that it was in Bethesda. I remember that the housemates recommended that there was only one pub in which we would be safe!

The dog was less of a feature for the couples sleeping upstairs than for me, Sir Bors and Sir Gareth sleeping downstairs. Tess's hairs got everywhere and I was picking them out of my sleeping bag for days.