Warwick Folk Festival

*yawns sleepily*

Yes. I know it's 8.20 am. I seem to have problems with mornings and they aren't the problems most people have. Instead I find it impossible to sleep through them. Ever since I got back from Australia I've been waking up at ungodly early o'clock and flaking really badly by midnight.

However, since I am up, I shall write up my weekend because it was good and I am mostly in a happy mood.

I went to a folk festival this weekend. To be specific - Warwick Folk Festival which wildrogue's family have been involved with for years. The website is here. I'd never been to a folk festival before - didn't even know that much about folk music - and really wasn't sure what to expect. I think I had a vague fear of large men with beards wearing socks and sandals, while morris men capered and women in too much tie dye yodelled over their accoustic guitars. I think I had hopes of something a bit like Glastonbury, but with more ballads and perhaps some nice celtic fiddle music. I'm rather fond of celtic fiddle music.

What I got was probably something in between.

( The music )

( The dancing )

( The other bits )

I think I'm glad I went. It was interesting, and it was really nice to spend some time hanging out with Elle and Scott, even if Scott did rapidly discover that fire eating craft stall holders were way better company than us. I just wish pierot could have made it instead of needing to work. Hopefully next year however...

Warwick Folk Festival

*yawns sleepily*

Yes. I know it's 8.20 am. I seem to have problems with mornings and they aren't the problems most people have. Instead I find it impossible to sleep through them. Ever since I got back from Australia I've been waking up at ungodly early o'clock and flaking really badly by midnight.

However, since I am up, I shall write up my weekend because it was good and I am mostly in a happy mood.

I went to a folk festival this weekend. To be specific - Warwick Folk Festival which wildrogue's family have been involved with for years. The website is here. I'd never been to a folk festival before - didn't even know that much about folk music - and really wasn't sure what to expect. I think I had a vague fear of large men with beards wearing socks and sandals, while morris men capered and women in too much tie dye yodelled over their accoustic guitars. I think I had hopes of something a bit like Glastonbury, but with more ballads and perhaps some nice celtic fiddle music. I'm rather fond of celtic fiddle music.

What I got was probably something in between.

( The music )

( The dancing )

( The other bits )

I think I'm glad I went. It was interesting, and it was really nice to spend some time hanging out with Elle and Scott, even if Scott did rapidly discover that fire eating craft stall holders were way better company than us. I just wish pierot could have made it instead of needing to work. Hopefully next year however...