I rescued Burfit from the ‘evil clutches’ of the Woodford Folk Festival late yesterday afternoon and the immense relief we both felt at finally driving away from Woodford (for the last time?) was palpable. Once we were over the cattle grate – and the likelihood of us getting bogged was minimal – we yelled Up Yours Woodford!
Our thanks go to Principal Skinner for providing us with this appropriate response.
I’m done with Woodford for the next few years at least. It would take a lot to get me back there again – and I wasn’t even a performer!
About 10 years ago when I went with my sister for the first time I found it really exciting and different. The artists were people I’d never heard of and it opened my eyes to a lot of new music (most notably Doch, Jigzag, Xenos, Oscar and Marigold and Martin Pearson).
Over the years it’s been exciting to see Burfit play with a kaleidoscope of bands but it doesn’t have the same pull it used to. The artist line up has become more mainstream (which is not always a bad thing), the crowds more mainstream, the price more expensive. The weather has stayed as unpredictable as ever. I’ll never know why my sister still chooses to camp there for the whole week. But each to their own I guess.
It’s so nice to have Burfit home again (for a few days) before he heads out on another Doch adventure. And the weather at home is just perfect for staying indoors, reading, watching TV, taking naps and eating comfort food. I do love the wind and the rain when I’m not out in it.