It is, of course, the centenary of the outbreak of The Great War in 1914. The First Battle of the Somme has its centenary some two years hence, and yet the re-enactment lads are busily preparing by laying out the land well in advance.
How do I know?
Be Welcome, Gentle Reader and read on…
Another daft week for your chums in FG. A festival, a radio show a folk club, a theatre and a garden centre, and today (unless you are reading the repeat) a National Trust property.
Pretty busy then.
And no chance to get nonchalant either, as we have managed to run the gamut of musical proficiency, running our full range from O to…
… that would be a ‘P’, please Bob.
We began the week at Festival on the Moor, which was a bit damp. Great, great fun, but in fairness damp. This is where we encountered the recent work undertaken, I can only assume by the WW1 re-enactment enthusiasts. Botton in North Yorkshire is a very interesting place for all sorts of reasons, and the Steiner School there (and associated wider community) played the part of perfect host for the festival. We played five shows over the weekend and as ever, had a great time, the time not playing was spent watching friends play or engaged in beer fuelled musical chit-chat.
Storming sets from many, Hicks and Goulbourne (How many fingers?) excellent as ever, Mein Host Mr Grainger, very good and far too many others to mention or this would end up as a list of names.
Oh and Chris Milner, he were grand, and The Stormies and Derek Gifford, and….
All to the good.
That, and playing a game called “I wonder if the tent is still there?”
Many a folkie these days will have a mobile home, a cottage or comfy B&B. Not so your chums in FG.
We have a tent.
A very nice tent.
It was on the campsite, which is where the re-enactment lads had been busy.
Known by all as The Somme (that’s how we knew) the field was a tad moist. At least the bits you could still see were moist. The field had just been vacated by its more usual residents, a large herd of curry loving bovines, who had, as it were, left their mark.
Or marks; you might say they had it off pat.
So much so that the mud was not really a worry.
However, that’s not what you worry about at Festivals – it is in fact part of the game. We didn’t let it bother us and plodged through the clarts to and from gigs and the bar (evenings only) and generally had a marvelous time. The pics in the bumper gallery this week will give you a clue. (Thanks to Wrinkly Doug for the loan of the camera)
A special mention must go to the Thermo Men, the camp security guards. A cross between Securicor and the Chuckle Brothers, these two managed a smile and a wise crack no mater what the time of day or night nor indeed whatever the weather. Well done lads!
Next up, Radio Wythenshawe with Colin Smith and a grand interview and playing session doing a pre-record for his Monday show. Great fun, thanks Colin! Then on to Lymm to play a ‘big spot’. A big spot is half the night, and it’s what you do before Bernard and the good worthies at this very active and well supported club might put you on the ‘full’ guest list.
Lymm is lovely, the canal is idyllic, the village nice, the people pleasant, the Spread Eagle Pub is very good and the upstairs room very well laid out by Bernard. I was surprised to see so many chairs put out, but in the end the majority were filled with Folkie Bottoms.
Good round the room with some very good talent and songwriting and FG for the last half. We gave it the beans and had a really good night; the room roared the songs back at us and it is the best feeling to hear a full room belting your songs back at you.
Our great thanks to them all, and we look forward to seeing them all again in October for our Guest Night – most grateful chaps.
The to The Fuse in Prudhoe, tails high and dander up.
Well, you know what pride comes before.
In fairness we had a good night, but somehow during ‘Pavanne’ we mutually decided there was something wrong and couldn’t, at that point fix it. A quick on-the-hoof re-arrangement followed and we limped the song home by a hair. The rest of the set was fine, but… ‘grrrrr’. Acoustic Chums Ian Brown and jiva also performed, good sets from both, but kudos to the Tinklerock Meisters, the purple-clad chorale that is jiva. They were great.
Finally for the report, Brocksbushes Farm on Saturday; basically a busk and in pleasant surroundings, was a nice way to spend and afternoon.
There are a lot of pics this week, take you time or you might get dizzy. So much so that the midweek blog bump will probably be a new post altogether, with more photies in it. Two in a week? I need to go back to work for a rest.
And so, as the festival folkie returns home with tent folded and discovers that it is not just the mud he has as a souvenir, I notice it is the end of this blog.
Until next time Acoustic Chums,
 Far too many to mention, although Uncle Tom Cobbley was definitely in attendance
 If you are lucky – this place has some real stars of the circuit as guests.
 Actually no, that is not one of my sogennant jokes. It really is called The Spread Eagle. It is just next door to a carry out, owned by a certain Judas.
 In many way similar to the standard bottom, but better at acapella.