Blow that trumpet!

I know it is wrong to blow your own trumpet but sometimes its got to be done. I was surfing the net, as you do, and being bored, I decided to put in a search for Staves. Well what do you think popped up in images? Only one of my staves that I sold at the 3 Wishes Fairy Festival. The site was actually more interested in the model and her image as a whole but, all the same, that's one of my staves she's holding. Hmmm... I should have charged more thinking about it.

Worcester Farmers Market Guild

Moving away from the festival side of things for a bit, Tree and I decided to apply for membership of the WFMG and I am happy to say we were successful ! Our first market was on the August Bank Holiday Monday and we were blessed with slightly better weather. Attendance was down a little as there was a lot on elsewhere in Worcester, like the river festival, but we still sold an Oak mirror and some of Tree's weaving sticks and lavender bags. I am sure nearer Xmas the markets will be a lot busier but I am not so sure about the weather !

Rock N Roots cancelled.

Just a quickie to say that the Rock N Roots Festival has become another casualty of small minded council bureaucracy and has been cancelled on a legal technicality. We give out all our support to Mike and Rob and The R n R crew who have worked tirelessly to try and keep it alive.
Here's to next year.

Not so Beautiful Days.

We have not long been back from Beautiful Days Festival in Devon and are just glad to be dry and warm again. The festival started out with sunshine and good prospects but descended into a mud nightmare within hours. We would have been well miserable but for the fact that we found ourselves pitched next to Log and Homa, who we met at The Workhouse Festival. They are both very friendly, entertaining, people and we had a laugh, or two, along the way. We were a bit miffed about where we were pitched as well as we are normally down in the main trading area and this time we seemed to be out on the outskirts. A good job in some respects as the main arena turned into a mudfest to end all mudfests! Not all was doom and gloom as lots of the weird and wonderful came by our stall and we got to catch up with friends.I also got a few comments regarding my hair which Tree had dyed with the Levellers logo from about 1984. Log and Homa have invited us to stay a few weeks at their house in Bali, in the New Year, and we will now concentrate on getting some dosh together for the airfare.

Meanwhile, I am finishing off the shop, ready to hand back, and job hunting for the winter season.

Pip and Murali are moved into their flat and I will be helping them get it sorted.

Alas poor shop ! I knew it well.

Today is the last day of the shop in Ledbury but, have no fear, I am more than ready to move on to the next project. What with the credit crunch, economic retail downturn, bad weather, rising fuel prices and food costs increasing, it is the right time to call it a day. The shop was an excellent means by which I could leave the bank and I have a few fingers in other pies already. My main focus will be on developing the festivals, markets and craft fairs with the winter months made up with casual work. Even though I am okay about the closure, I have had one or two tearful customers wanting me to stay. Quite heartwarming really!

Anyway, I haven't time at the moment to think of anything else apart from Beautiful Days Festival and The Rock N Roots Festival which are over the next two weeks. Busy, busy,busy!!

Viva La Nozstock!!!!

Its been a long time since I have been able to say that I have experienced a good festival and I am so happy to be able to say it at last. Nozstock is a small festival just outside of Bromyard. The atmosphere is like Glastonbury used to be, before the "corporates" got hold of it. The festival site was well planned and decorated with dragons, fantasy carvings and amusing little signs posted everywhere. Noz, the man behind the name, is a lovely bloke and everyone had a fantastic time. We were pitched in our own sort of mini field and had wonderful neighbours. Sarah, our nearest, fell down a hole on the first day. Her foot went blue and swelled up like a balloon so we took care of her and her stall with the help of our other neighbours, Carol and Gary. The band line up was pretty cool and even the dance tent blaring out was okay. I have already asked Noz to keep us the same pitch for next year and we are going to make it "our own" again with Sarah, Carol and Gary. Tree and I were quite sad to leave but were happy for the friends we made. A special big up goes to Christina for sorting us out, she's worth a gold star or two.

Mud glorious mud.

Following on from the mudfest that was The 3 Wishes Fairy Festival, we raised our hopes for positive weather at The Workhouse Festival. How naive could we be! The weather was pleasant and sunny on Thursday, which was great for setting up the tent, but sadly not to last. By Friday morning the rain was on it's way and the prospect for the weekend did not look good. We resigned ourselves to a bit of mud and maybe a few pools of water here and there. By Saturday morning the pools had become small ponds and we were glad we had not had a pitch further down by the main entrance. Some pitches ended up with a foot of water outside and platforms had to be erected to gain access! However, just as we got a bit smug, the dance tent started playing some tunes. Now I don't want to sound like an old man but there is only so much base you can handle. The base bins were so loud that water in a cup was doing the Jurassic park thing, where the water vibrates in rings. The following morning and we had a chat with the site manager who said that traders on the other side of the site, about 100 yards away, were complaining so we didn't feel like old fogeys. Sunday came and the mud was even deeper with nowhere being saved. Now this may all sound a bit miserable but, trust me, we still had a good laugh and managed to break even by the end. We also met some fantastic, weird and wonderful, people and a big "festie" hello goes out to Log, Homer, Tabbie, Rheanne, Bern, Pablo, Scottie and all at Banana Meinhoff. We are now looking ahead to Nozstock, but I'm making no predictions about the weather this time!!!!

Litha blessings to you all !!

This weekend saw the Summer Solstice on Saturday. Unfortunately, we were in the middle of a "Hooley", as the Cornish call it, and so visibility was down to a few feet. We celebrated anyway as best we could and were blessed with the return of the sun by Sunday. May the sun shine gently wherever you travel.

I wish it had stopped raining.

Tree and I went to Bodmin for the 3 Wishes Faery Festival over the weekend. We arrived and set up in sunshine but from then on it just rained, rained and rained some more. The turn out was a lot lower as a result but those that came made sure that spirits weren't dampened. The highlight of the weekend was meeting up with Peter Procownik and his partner Nicola Lydon. I have long been a fan of Pete's artwork, and music, so I was well pleased to come home with some of their artwork. In addition, a mention goes to all other stall holders including Rupert (Arthur's Stone), Caroline, Jen, Tarvis and Pete (pictured looking very proud of his wooden mushrooms). Last but not least, I couldn't forget the Goblin Doctors even though I threatened to report them to the "Elf" authorities for mal-practice.

A lesson to be learned

I was going to write about how busy, as ever, I am and how everything seems to happen at once. The thing is that there isn't really any point in worrying or moaning about one's lot but rather that we should just get on with it. My motivation for thinking this way comes from a seagull no less. When I catch the train to Ledbury I sit at the far end of platform 2 directly opposite the building works that are going on behind platform 1. Since work began I have noticed a seagull that is nesting on the top of the wall opposite. Twice this bird has had its nest moved by workmen and still it comes back and tends to it's young. Only this morning workmen were standing almost on top of it trying to manoeuvre a stud wall into place and still it sits there. The lesson to be learned is that no matter what life throws at us we should just carry on. Things are far worse elsewhere in the world and we am luckier than we think.