Easter brings the National Folk Festival again! After cancellations in 2020 and 2021, and then a convalescent effort in 2022, it is back and at close to full strength, so I went off for three days of folkiness. Friday was a terrible day for weather - rainy and windy - so I huddled in tents with many other old people and got muddy and sad. And nearly bogged my car in the parking field. The clouds were amazing - not so much the storms that came through in waves with full thunder and lightning. Atmospheric.
But Saturday and Sunday were much better, and I saw lots of great acts, and ate some good food. Here are old people listening to afrobeat.
Here is Fiona Ross singing - unaccompanied - traditional Scots songs about loss, heartbreak, war, rain and being burned to death. Loved it, she made us sing along too. No idea what any of the words meant (except 'dreich' which was very apt at the time...)
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