Bramblemead Cape

A cloak to remember the simpler times.

The heart of Bramblemead village was never really the castle, which came much later to the party. It wasn’t the town hall. It wasn’t the druid huts. It was the windmill. Grain heaped by the village was brought here and milled down into flour. The flour became bread, pastry and batter, turning village meals into something that helped people to live, rather than simply survive.

Food, becomes a banner around which everyone can gather. To break bread with one’s enemy was a way to settle old score