Reflections and Folk Music in Diary

Well that was a lot of hormonal whinging in yesterday’s entry. I’m pretty sure the time of month is partly to blame for my low mood lately, bad timing for it to coincide with the non-promotion announcement.

I’ve had time to reflect today; my life is still the same as it was yesterday and the day before, so I’ve just got to get on with things. I know there are people who don’t have a home or a job or can’t afford to buy food, and I can, so I am grateful for these things.

I’ve had another go at trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. So far today I’ve had myself as a facilities manager, a blacksmith, a farrier, a zoologist and an RSPCA inspector, none of which I think are realistic as they require years of training! Hmmmm, still have no idea.

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So me and Jay went to Cambridge Folk Festival at the weekend. It was a lot more chilled out than Download, and the weather was fantastic which made a huge difference. There were a couple of rain showers, but nothing like the utter quagmire that was Download. There was still grass by the end and you could still sit on the ground! The sun was out so only shorts and t-shirts were needed, which in turn made going to the toilet a whole lot easier as we didn’t have to fight with layers of clothing.

It’s also a lot smaller and quieter; between about 12:30am and 6:30am, people are actually quiet! No planes flying overhead, no one yelling or being noisily sick outside the tent; apart from security having quite loud conversations, there was just the sound of the trees rustling in the wind.

The arena was only a 30 second walk from the campsite, rather than the 30 minute walk at Download. So you could pop back for a snack or a change of clothes. You could even take your own alcohol into the arena, which you can’t do at Download, but if you did decide to buy a drink, it was normal pub prices, under £4, rather than £5.50 at Download.

Sure, I had only heard of four of the acts on the entire bill and you can see much bigger names at Download, I think I’ve grown out of it and now prefer something smaller and more chilled. I’ve turned into an old hippy. Jay’s dad and his friend Les were there too, they’ve been going for years. We’d never met Les before, he turned out to be a good laugh and easy to talk to.

A terrible photo of Glen Hansard, who is one piece of the jigsaw that helped to bring me and Jay together. He sang what is going to be the first dance at our wedding. I was singing along and a couple who came from New Zealand and were standing in front of us, turned around to tell me I had a really good voice, and took my photo! I don’t know what they’re planning on doing with that, lol.

Jay and a duck pond.

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Last updated August 24, 2016