I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass
Monday 22 June 2009
Back over the canal, we've all had a long day and we're going home....
At the weekend Hugh and I ventured to Middlewich, a small canal town in Cheshire which every year hosts the Folk & Boat Festival. We successfully navigated ourselves to a sports field outside the centre which was acting as the weekend’s official campsite. It wasn’t exactly a sea of tents aka Glastonbury , but we had a clean shower block, plus in the morning the local scout troop on hand to fuel us with enormous cups of tea and bacon butties. Saturday night was spent sampling the various delights of the fringe festival. Watching ‘James and the Giant’ perform in a tiny marquee separated from the audience by a canal was slightly surreal. However the added action of narrowboats navigating the lock in front us made for a more memorable hour, JATG’s music being perfectly pleasant and including some singalong opportunities with a few well known covers (Tom Petty, REM) but they were ultimately unremarkable.
Further into town, in the White Horse, was a charming scene straight out of one of favourite movies, ‘Once’. A group of jolly, grizzled out souls belting out traditional melodies on fiddle, accordion, guitar and mandolin, with vocals randomly contributed from various family & friends sitting around them. I wish I’d know the words, the only one I could join in with was ‘Green Green Grass of Home’.
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