Tournament Scores

For the National Jousting Association 2026 Series Tour of Castles

Who's winning ?
Who is missing all the rings ?
Who is getting repeatedly knocked out of the saddle ?

Keep up to date with the Jousting scores for the season

Keep up to date with the latest scores from the Tournament Field. We have now finished our 2025 season and look forward to seeing you all in 2026. The coveted Jousting Champions Crown for 2026 will be decided over a series of over 64 Tournaments.

Points will be awarded for all forms of the competition including tilting, skills on horseback and foot combat. It's important for the Knights to be ready and fit for when the season starts at Easter, an injury could seriously damage a knight's chances of winning and the winner will be truly able to call himself a true Champion Jouster.

	Lord Ashley of Hampshire Lord Ashley	Sir Damian of Sussex Sir Damian	Sir Sam of Hever Sir Sam	Sir Paul of Anjou Sir Paul	Guest Knights Guest Knights	News

Stonor Park (May 2, 3, 4)	160	160	142	152		Three great days at Stonor Park, looks like the Red team are off to a flier, high scoring Lord Ashley and Sir Damian started the season as they mean to go on, really showing the Blues. All the horses fighting fit for the new year, Sir Sam battling with the super energy of his horse Capitan and Sir Paul riding well with the ever steady Stallion, Garbo. Sir Tim of York and Sir Costa of Castille were put though it as Knight Marshalls, both getting battered on the quintains and then again as they battled on the ground with their favourite weapons. Nice to see Lord Ashleys son, Young Lord Bradley cheering him on from the stands, but Ashley had to share the spoils with Sir Damian. Busy squires and ladies at each end helping the knights ready for battle with not a shout or a cross word in sight...how long will that last haha. Onwards to Hedingham Castle
Hedingham Castle (May 24, 25)	116	108	106	100		Phew !!!! That was a hot one, fantastic crowds, complimentary suntan for everyone ! Horses loved the heat, reminded them of their younger days in Andalusia. Lord Ashley maintained his excellent scoring record this year, his lovely horse Jerezana is a bit of a machine...well ridden. Sir Damian, picked up points with a bit of extra trick riding and his horse looked fantastic all weekend. Now.....Sir Sam was on a steam train! haha, Capitan never does anything slowly and is very agile for a big horse but really covered the ground and made Sir Sam work hard for all his points. Sir Paul was doing really well until the final show when he had to retire due to a broken girth strap, he wanted to carry on saying, it will be fine, but we all knew it would just be be hilarious watching him and the saddle go one way and the horse the other. A potential big crash !! Sir Costa had an extra tilt when he borrowed Sir Pauls' horse Tim of York wrote a poem, Young Caspar fell off the Splat and Lady Adele got very hot...hah, you had to be there !!!
Bamburgh Castle (June 20, 21)	150	128	120	130		Two days of sold-out crowds at the lovely Bamburgh Castle, brilliant weekend. Jousting on the Castle cliffs overlooking the beach, the sea and the Holy Island of Lindisfarne, what could be better ? Tim of York and Nathan of Chiddingstone got very very hot and battled it out over the weekend to prove who was the foot combat Champion, jury is out....to be continued at the next Tournament. Lord Ashley managed the small arena really well and scored loads of points, Sir Sam broke the land speed record on his speedy horse, Paul the Frenchman performed much better with a repaired saddle and Sir Damian wisely chose that it was all a bit tight for his trick riding skills. Thanks to everyone up in the North East for a fantastic reception and hospitality, see you next year.
Hever Castle (July 11, 12)	128	134	128	150		Another hot one at Hever, Paul of Anjou the Frenchman was on fire, scoring lots of points, hardly missing anything even the teeny tiny ring ! But the ring thrown up in the air in the near gale force wind on the second day was his undoing. Sam of Hever did everything a 200mph on his horse Capitan and Damian of Sussex was also high scoring for the weekend on his horse Fabuloso (which translated from Spanish into English means "massive black horse that will knock you over if you stand in front of him". Great news for Ashley of Hampshire he was endorsed by Anne of Cleves as her Queens Champion, he was granted sparkly new colours and went around with a smile on his face all weekend....not sure what is happening there, King Henry wasnt happy and neither was Ann Boleyn. Lets see how this one plays out !! Off with his head...steady, not just yet !!
Hever Castle (July 18, 19)	140	94	132	122		Busy two days at Hever, Anne of Cleves' Champion Lord Ashley won the day with his ever so steady and bouncy horse Jerezana. Spearing the smallest ring as if it was only the size of a polo mint. Damian of Sussex decided to score some of his points by hanging off the saddle only millimetres from the ground on scary Fabuloso, yes that big horse the size of an elephant (with the clumsy feet to match)...crazy tricks ! Paul of Anjou ? Im sure I heard a rumour that he wasnt really French ?? And Ann Boleyns' Champion Sam of Hever was very pleased with his afternoons work and speared that very same tiny polo mint sized ring ! Costa of Castille battled it out with Tim of York and then tag-teamed Nathan of Chiddingstone who also tried to tire out Sir Tim.....it worked. Onwards and upwards.
Hever Castle (July 24, 25, 26)		140	120	120	70	Friday and Saturday delivered a tournament worthy of the history books. Lances shattered, swords rang, horses thundered, and the championship table bounced around more than an overexcited squire. Every contest brought another twist, and the scores refused to settle until the very last charge. Alas, Sunday was defeated by a far more formidable opponent than any knight could face... the water company. A major water outage left the Castle without running water or toilet facilities, and for reasons of health and safety, the gates had to remain closed. Our sincere apologies to everyone who made the journey to see us. We were as disappointed as you were, but we'll be back in the saddle next weekend, ready to do battle once more. This weekend also saw the arrival of Costa of Castille, on horseback, as a knight !! We were told he came from Spain... then Portugal... somewhere in Europe perhaps... before finally discovering he'd travelled all the way from Brazil! Geography aside, he proved himself a fine horseman, earned his spurs with distinction and fearlessly took on some of the best jousting knights in the country. The champion of the weekend was Paul of Anjou, riding his magnificent stallion Garbo to a commanding victory, collecting a mighty 120 championship points along the way. The horses loved the sunshine, however there was certainly no basking in the sun for Tim of York or Nathan of Chiddingstone, who spent two solid days trying to knock seven bells out of each other. Every time one appeared to gain the upper hand, the other promptly returned the favour. By the end of the weekend honours were just about even. Then there was Caspar, who appeared to have adopted the philosophy that if one medieval weapon is good, then all of them are better. Every time you looked up he was carrying something different, and somehow doing surprisingly well. And finally... the Ladies. they said it was hot. Very hot. While the knights slowly roasted the Ladies remained impossibly elegant, somehow managing to look composed while the rest of us resembled boiled hams. They didn't sweat... they merely acquired a tasteful medieval sheen.
Lymington Summer Spectacular (July 2)	160	120	140		60	The fair town of Lymington received us most graciously, with great throngs of loyal spectators, blazing sunshine worthy of the Holy Land, and an event organised with such precision that even the King's Exchequer might have taken notes. Being Ashley of Hampshire's own domain, it was widely expected that he would defend his honour with distinction. He did not disappoint, laying waste to the scoreboards with a most impressive tally and proving himself a worthy lord of his home turf. Sam of Hever rejoiced in the wonderfully smooth lists, making full use of every yard of the arena, whilst Costa of Castille rode with equal purpose. Not to be outdone, Damian of Sussex chose to entertain the assembled masses by practising feats of trick riding, snatching heads from the ground with such flair that one might suspect he had employed sorcery?or at least favourable winds. The sun beat down mercilessly upon knights and steeds alike, yet Tim of York and Nathan of Chidd resumed their seemingly endless struggle for supremacy. Sword, axe and every manner of medieval implement were brought to bear in pursuit of glory. No blood was shed, though Tim did receive a mighty blow upon his helm. He reported a considerable headache thereafter, but was quick to assure all present that the strike had entirely missed his vital organs?a fortunate circumstance, as they have long been rumoured to reside elsewhere. The company now marches to Hever Castle, where old rivalries shall once more be settled in the lists, and honour, glory, and perhaps the occasional headache, await.
Hever Castle (August 8,9)	130	140	140		60	Another blisteringly hot day at Hever Castle, where the crowds gathered once more to witness the continuing struggle for tournament supremacy. The Reds were magnificent. Or was it the Blues? Definitely the Reds. Although, on reflection, there may have been some Blues involved. Frankly, the whole colour system is becoming terribly confusing. Sir Sam and Lord Ashley were locked in mortal combat, both on horseback and on foot, while Sir Damian and Sir Costa prepared to settle matters in the traditional manner: by hitting each other with large bits of metal and long pointy lances. Honours were fairly evenly shared between the teams, although the Sun appeared to be the only clear winner, roasting everyone alive with the enthusiasm of a particularly vindictive medieval torturer. By the end of each tournament, the two Knight Marshals had been reduced to a state requiring them to be poured into a large jug and deposited horizontally upon the ground. Good news, the weather is about to turn. Thunderstorms! Floods! Snow! Biblical quantities of rain! ??but not here, Scotland is getting the lot
Hever Castle (August 15,16)	110	120	115	140		Well, its been a remarkably peaceful week in the medieval world, with only the usual bloodshed, punishment and regrettable pig-related incidents. Tim of York was punished rather severely for eating an entire suckling pig, although in fairness to Tim, it was apparently very nice and just sitting there. Meanwhile, Bob, yes Bob is back, Big Bad Burly Bearded Bob was dragged around the lists behind Sir Damian's horse for the heinous crime of being far too noisy. A punishment considered entirely reasonable by the medieval authorities and absolutely hilarious by everyone else. Sir Paul, freshly returned from the Crusades and presumably still trying to work out where he parked his sandals, took the honours in the joust with a stellar display aboard his trusty stallion, Garbo. The horses, clearly delighted by the slightly cooler weather, proceeded to career around the arena at approximately 200mph, making the knights already questionable attempts at hurting one another considerably more difficult and considerably more painful. So, all in all, another calm and uneventful weekend in medieval life. Apart from the pig. And Bob. And the horses. And most of the knights.
Hever Castle (August 22,23)	110	100	90	110		A busy, busy weekend at Hever, where the weather was blessedly cool and breezy, almost, quite a relief after the usual Sahara-like conditions. The lovely audience were treated to a splendid display of medieval sporting prowess, lots of bruises and only a little blood! with Ashley of Hampshire, Anne of Cleves Champion, and Paul of.... a little town somewhere near Anjou, apparently, emerging triumphant. Damian of Sussex and Sam of Hever were close behind, presumably having spent the morning discovering that winning is considerably more tiring than standing around looking heroic. There was, naturally, a little royal intrigue. Ann Boleyn was reportedly less than delighted when her Champion, Sir Sam, bought a drink for their rival, Lord Ashley. This did not go unnoticed in Royal circles, although whether it was considered treason, bribery, or simply excellent hospitality remains unclear. Meanwhile, Tim of York and Nathan of Chid engaged in a truly epic series of foot fights. Their apparent objective was not so much to defeat one another as to discover who could become the most completely exhausted human being in Kent !! A noble pursuit. And then there was Caspar of Antioch. I believe Caspar wins the prize for the least puffy, maybe 'cos he is young !! In a moment of magnificent lunacy, Caspar commandeered a horse and charged around the arena, loudly proclaiming his illustrious parentage while jeering at the assembled knights. Quite what his parentage actually is remains a matter for the historians. Quite why he thought stealing a horse would help establish it is another question entirely. All in all, a splendid weekend of jousting, rivalry, royal scandal, heroic exhaustion and minor equestrian crime.
Hever Castle (August 28,29,30,31)		150	110	120	50	And so to our final four-day Bank Holiday weekend thundered to its glorious conclusion in what can only be described as an enthralling jousting tournament — assuming, of course, that by “enthralling” one means four days of horses, questionable weather, flying saddles and men repeatedly hurling themselves at the ground. With Ashley of Hampshire still away at the Crusades the other knights took advantage!! The Lists saw every conceivable condition known to English civilisation: sunshine, rain, mud, dust, more rain, more dust, and weather so confused that one suspects it had been drinking. Sir Damian emerged victorious, displaying masterful horsemanship upon his noble steed, Fabuloso, who performed with such grace and precision that one could almost forget there was a considerable chance of Damian being deposited unceremoniously into a hedge at any moment. Paul of Anjou gathered a splendid haul of points with some highly accomplished skills on horseback, proving that, when sufficiently motivated, even the Frenchman can indeed persuade a large animal to go precisely where he wants it to go. Usually. Costa of Castile, meanwhile, had the ladies swooning with his silky riding skills. Quite frankly, the man could probably canter into a field carrying a turnip and still receive a marriage proposal before reaching the other side. Then came Sir Sam, during the first show, Sir Sam's girth decided that it had endured quite enough of this nonsense and broke, sending saddle and knight alike hurtling spectacularly towards the earth. The girth was speedily but the delay meant that Sir Sam was forced to forfeit several points — proving once again that, in competitive jousting, gravity remains undefeated. Elsewhere, Nathan and Tim of York continued their epic and increasingly personal battle. Tim, in a cunning tactical manoeuvre, enlisted Caspar of Castile to assist him. It was a magnificent plan. It achieved absolutely nothing. And finally, Young Bob. Poor Young Bob was punished in the traditional manner, by being dragged roughly behind a galloping horse — an activity which was, to put it mildly, extremely dangerous. It was also extremely funny. Young Bob emerged covered first in dust, then mud, and finally dust again, looking less like a young knight and more like something archaeologists might discover beneath a ruined castle several centuries hence. A splendid conclusion to the tournament.
Stonor Park (September 19,20)
SCORES TOTALS	1204	1394	1335	1144	240