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Wimborne Folk Festival
Have just spend a happy (apart from leaving my glasses at the ceilidh) evening at Wimborne Folk Festival. [Unknown site tag] and I go every year. We just worked out that we must have been going for around 17 or 18 years now.
It's a lovely atmosphere. Dancers everywhere. It's very much a dancers' festival with dancing all over the town for all of Saturday and Sunday.
Richard and I go tin-rattling, programme and badge selling. It's something that developed gradually over the years and now we spend a good chunk of our time doing that. We both enjoy it.
Oddly enough, it's a skill that actually turned out to have a practical use. I'd never have ended up in the Wildlife membership-recruiting job without all that experience of approaching total strangers and chatting to them.
Anyone looking for something enjoyable to do this weekend could do a lot worse than head for Wimborne. If you see a man dressed in incredibly loud colours with a vivid orange hat covered in small furry animals - that's Richard. I'm dressed colourfully, but not quite so vivid (I don't do stilly hats unless the weather is cold).
Sadly, one of the festival organisers had a stroke and is now in a wheelchair. Terribly sad to see such a vital man in such a condition. The only balancing factor is that a dancer friend of mine who was in a wheelchair a few years ago with ME is now up and dancing again.
It's a lovely atmosphere. Dancers everywhere. It's very much a dancers' festival with dancing all over the town for all of Saturday and Sunday.
Richard and I go tin-rattling, programme and badge selling. It's something that developed gradually over the years and now we spend a good chunk of our time doing that. We both enjoy it.
Oddly enough, it's a skill that actually turned out to have a practical use. I'd never have ended up in the Wildlife membership-recruiting job without all that experience of approaching total strangers and chatting to them.
Anyone looking for something enjoyable to do this weekend could do a lot worse than head for Wimborne. If you see a man dressed in incredibly loud colours with a vivid orange hat covered in small furry animals - that's Richard. I'm dressed colourfully, but not quite so vivid (I don't do stilly hats unless the weather is cold).
Sadly, one of the festival organisers had a stroke and is now in a wheelchair. Terribly sad to see such a vital man in such a condition. The only balancing factor is that a dancer friend of mine who was in a wheelchair a few years ago with ME is now up and dancing again.
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Drat!
I've arranged to help my mother move boxes and stuff today in Hackney, and tomorrow I've got a friend coming around to help with gardening and to watch the Canadian Grand Prix (and he's not a folk fan)