We did the Mudford Festival again, and survived to tell the tale. Oh, that feeling of cold ooze squidging up between your toes as you wander down to the toilet in the rain at 4am. My shoes owe me nothing, though, and my socks died quite early in the week. Please don't ask why I neglected to take more than one pair. And to help you get over your Fear of Mud, marvel at some mud dancing (YouTube, 1min47sec, opens in a new window).
....................... Teacups, monsters... expect anything.
...... A Woodford Seagull. Watch out for your $10 Tibetan spiced pancakes.
Performance of a Mediaeval Mystery Play, the Dance Macabre, featuring superstar Mr Grim Reaper [standing, second from right]. Spot the musicians playing a lute, mediaeval fiddell, cornett and hurdy-gurdy.
View from the Grande pavillion over a lake, with mud in the foreground (where the YouTube video was filmed). The line of 12-volt lanterns along the hill in the distance leads up to the Hill Stage where the Tibetan monks greet the New Year early on the morning of January 1st. We slept in, lulled by the thrum of rain on the tent.Why do people go to festivals like this? They'll tell you it's for the music, but what they really mean is the lyrics, the poetry of the folk, the Message. Music is only the medium in most cases, having been largely devalued and desensitized by overexposure in shopping malls and on TV. For most people, music must be about something if it is to be "understood", hence the performers' frequent inclination to explain the story or source of inspiration behind their next song. Having said that, there were certainly some brilliant performers; I enjoyed the Indian music in particular, as well as the sophistication of the quartet Mukti. I also note that Balkan is the new Irish.
Hey, you can't fool us: ♫ We've been to Woodford too ♫