The great Cambridge Folk Festival Trip - part 1

Here are some of the pictures I captured on my phone-cam of our trip to Cambridge for the annual Folk Festival. Having been rather sceptical at the thought of spending four days in the company of Joan Baez, Nanci Griffith, not to mention a host of Oirish fiddle-di-dee type flute tootlers, it turned out to be a rather pleasant event, made even more pleasanter by the company of Anna, Ian, Goose and Corie - and of course Mrs Daggersdukc ensconced as she was quite often in her famous bright red and blue "spidey-suit". There were ups and downs, but mainly a good time was had by all.

Thursday
Goose and Corie had bought with them a new tent, as yet unassembled. This was going to be a difficult erection (and putting up the tent would prove quite difficult too bearing in mind it was raining heavily and that damn wind was blowing at force five or more.

This tent isn't going to work, is it?



OK, lets calm down and work this out. The bottom half of Mrs DD's spidey suit is on full display and let's face it - she'll need all the superpowers of Spiderman to add the bottom half of the tent to its outer in that wind.



BUT SHE DID IT - along with a lot of help from Ian that is. Up she rises.

Our tent. Looking smug and ready for temporary festival sleeping

Oh boy. What a cliche. So this is is a folk festival right? Surely the odd rainbow must come into it since folksters and hippies were often the same people and actually believe in some of that gaia/peace and love crud (I am of course aware this is a blatant stereotype but indulge me, pur-leeze). And as if to order, at around 2010, a multi-coloured Mother Nature approved portent of general wellbeing and other such bollocks appeared, right above the main stage. You couldn't pay for this sort of thing to happen. How's your Burt's lumbago, Mrs Jones? Not being ironic here - that was a lovely sight to behold.