Hello gang, It’s all been a bit mad recently! As I recently moved into the new shiny flat with the boy (big blog post to follow), life has been hectic to say the least, and now of course we don’t have internet – as we’re waiting for the little Orange man to come sort it out for us. This has all created a distinctive lack of blogging availability! A couple of weeks ago (if you count 4 weeks aka a month) I engaged in the annual activity of going to the Southwell Folk Festival (SOUTH-well people, note the pronunciation – I don’t care if BBC4 do say ‘Suthell’ – it’s wrong). I have been bliddy fortunate really that, as a folkie, a festival has literally popped up in my town!
It started around 7ish years ago (?) but the history of the festival goes back waaaaaay further then that. Without indulging too much of my history bug, quite simply the ‘Gate to Southwell’ was an event held from the early C10th and started when the Archbishop appealed to all the surrounding parish’s in Nottinghamshire for donations to build a new ‘mother church’ – aka Southwell Minster. So a procession, including Morris dancers later on, would deliver funds to the church each year, then making the obvious evolution into a folk music festival. Naturally. As the festival started up as my school life hit the exam run my attendance of this marvelous festival has been erratic between years 11 until last year when I graduated from University! (Exactly a year ago today!) However from now on happily this should no longer be an issue :)
The festival is a big one in the Rogers’ family calendar, and usually involves a lot of drinking beer whilst enjoying some absolutely fantastic tuneage ( & food). Below are a couple of moments captured from the weekend, which I hope you enjoy! Proper ‘old school’ Jelly Babies!! Lack of purse meant I actually had to ask my Mum for sweets. Aged 22. And loved it. What festivals are you guys off to this year?
Keep your eyes out for the new nest blog post – coming soon!
Ta for now :) xXx