Tickets

Tickets will be available shortly! In the meantime, throughout the month of December, simply contact us at info@wyndonshirerenaissancefaire.com.

Hark, ye merry souls and lovers of the bygone eras! Gather ’round, for I have a tale to tell, one that will tickle thy fancy and lighten thy purse, but in the most joyous of ways. ‘Tis the season of the Wyndonshire Renaissance Faire, where the past comes alive with such vigor, even the statues might get up and dance a jig!

Why Buyest Thou a Ticket to Such Merriment?

Dost thou wish to escape the dreary humdrum of modern life? Then make haste to the Wyndonshire Renaissance Faire! For what is life without a bit of spice, a dash of magic, and a whole lot of mead? Here, in our faire, we offer thee a chance to step back in time, to a world where knights joust, wenches wench, and the ale flows like the River Thames in spring!

Jousting!

FIRST TIME ON THE EAST COAST!

The Knights of Mayhem redefine jousting, transforming it from historical reenactment into a modern, high-octane sport. Under the leadership of Charlie Mason Andrews, this troupe brings the raw intensity of medieval combat to life, with knights clad in heavy armor charging on horseback at breakneck speeds. Their performances are a spectacle of skill, where lances shatter and crowd cheers echo, showcasing not just physical prowess but the deep camaraderie and honor among these modern warriors. Each joust is a testament to the sport’s evolution, blending tradition with the thrill of contemporary competition, all while keeping the audience on the edge of their seats.

The Pageant of Life

And what of the entertainments, you ask? Oh, we have spectacles that would make the Globe Theatre look like child’s play! From fire-eaters who could light up London with their breath, to minstrels whose tunes could charm the birds from the trees. And let us not forget the joust, where brave knights clash with such force, you’d think they’re trying to settle a bet over who gets the last turkey leg.

Imagine, if you will, wandering through our gates, where the first sight that greets thee is not the mundane, but a troupe of jesters, their bells jingling with every foolish step. They promise to make you laugh until your codpiece pops, or at least until you spill your mead. And speaking of mead, our brewmasters have concocted potions so sweet, they might just make you forget your own name!

A Market of Marvels

But wait, there’s more! Our marketplace is a treasure trove of wonders. Here, you can find everything from swords that have never seen battle (but look mighty fine above your fireplace) to potions that promise eternal youth (or at least a good night’s sleep). And the food, oh the food! Feast on pies that could have fed an army, and sweets so sticky, they might just glue your teeth shut.

A Call to Arms (or Purses)

Now, to the heart of the matter – why shouldst thou part with thy hard-earned coin for a ticket to this spectacle? Because, dear friends, life is short but the days at Wyndonshire are long with laughter, joy, and perhaps a touch of debauchery. ‘Tis not just a faire, but an experience, a chance to live like the nobility for a day (without the pesky responsibilities).

So, don your finest garb, be it doublet or dress, and venture forth to where time stands still. Buy your ticket now, for as the wise man sayeth, “He who hesitates might miss the joust.” And trust me, you wouldn’t want to be the one hearing about Sir Laughs-a-Lot’s daring deeds secondhand.

(Tickets shall be here! Check back shortly!)