A Medieval Ruined Castle as Playground

So wat happens when you "lend" the ruins of a thirteenth century castle to a bunch of men and women who just happen to have a bit of a medieval outfit?

Well, Peter Pan Syndrome kicks in fully of course, they stage a siege of the place.

The Peter Pan Syndrome, at least the kinder versions, refer to adults who don't behave like adults. Apparently this is bad. Apparently this is a disease that can be cured. So that we too can sit around a table and talk about the neighbours' shortcomings, just like normal people do, instead of exploring the nooks and crannies of a medieval ruin and having heaps of fun.

By the way, pictures of an out-of-place character (namely myself) in Eastern kit reflects the historical "Transfrontiermen", men from the fringes of the known world (Asia) who worked the Silk Roads, acting as guides, guards, interpreters, scouts etc. Items of their outfit would have been renewed on the spot, meaning their kit becomes a collection of gear available from Constantinople/Istanbul to Beijing. Likewise, their cultural identity denoted not one place of origin, instead it was a mish-mash of different cultures and languages. Very much like the real me, hence my affinity with this character.

I kind of mixed this with the Mongolian habit of sending envoys over in the thirteenth century to count the herd of sheep and cows in the far Western kingdoms, announcing happily to people that the Great Kahn had sent me over to "count your sheep, cows and your women." Kind of Jake Blues meets the Eurasian Steppes.