wye weekend
the folk festival was lovely – just chilled out, well… folksy type fun. unfortunately j took the camera with him to south africa, so no photos.
it didn’t rain a drop, hallelujah and praise jesus. no small miracle, considering it has rained non-stop for nearly a month now, and i was completely prepared for knee deep mud. it was, however, extremely chilly whenever the sun dipped behind the clouds. so much so that i had not a single thought for sunscreen and as a result ended up with a big, bright pink raccoon burn plastered across my cheeks, forehead and nose.
but there was free-flowing beer, dry skies, great friends and surprisingly good music. you really can’t go wrong. and there’s something about that first cup of coffee made over a camp stove, with dew at your feet, early rays rising above a field of sheep, huddled into the depths of a thick jumper, and a cool breeze of high clouds drifting past, that makes it taste like no other coffee on earth.
and maybe it was the alcohol and fairy lights deep in the night, but i was quite taken by this james yuill guy (though i admit his stage act is reminded me of a scene from napoleon dynamite). here’s a taste – very “the postal service” influenced.
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