It’s the last day of Muncaster Castle’s Festival of Fools.   It’s the most important day of the Festival, too … when the new Fool of Muncaster is chosen … and is thus the day that attracts the biggest turn out.

Sunday through Wednesday were bleak, windswept, rainswept, drizzle-soaked washouts, basically.  The final and crowning day should be accompanied by raging hurricanes at the very least.  I should be sitting up here in my nice dry office smirking as rain pelts against the glass and gale force winds shake the casements.

It is, in fact, a calm and sunny day.

Be afraid.  Be very afraid.