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Festivals…Part Three

The Spooky Men's Chorale at The Village Pump Festival 2013 © Bev Dunne

The Spooky Men’s Chorale
at The Village Pump Festival 2013
© Bev Dunne

Back to more music, with the hilarious and very clever Spooky Man’s Chorale from Australia. Brilliant stuff.

The Spooky Men's Chorale at The Village Pump Festival 2013 © Bev Dunne

The Spooky Men’s Chorale
at The Village Pump Festival 2013
© Bev Dunne

Philip Henry at The Village Pump Festival 2013 © Bev Dunne

Philip Henry
at The Village Pump Festival 2013
© Bev Dunne

Philip Henry, one half of the fabulous duo with his partner Hannah Martyn. Philip is an extremely talented slide guitarist and also plays harmonica, combining country, blues and folk with beat-boxing. Well worth catching them if you can.

Hannah Martyn at The Village Pump Festival 2013 © Bev Dunne

Hannah Martyn
at The Village Pump Festival 2013
© Bev Dunne

Hannah Martin, the other half of the duo..multi-instrumentalist with a gorgeous rich alto voice. Mesmerising.

Seth Lakeman  at The Village Pump Festival 2012 © Bev Dunne

Seth Lakeman
at The Village Pump Festival 2012
© Bev Dunne

And finally Seth Lakeman at The Village Pump…

Festivals Part Two

Border Morris Man at The Village Pump Festival 2013 © Bev Dunne

Border Morris Man
at The Village Pump Festival 2013
© Bev Dunne

Festivals are not just about the music. At the Village Pump there are always a troup or two of Morris dancers to add a slice of bells and sticks to the proceedings. I love the more ‘pagan’ Morris, the blacked up, feathered, ragged troupes who clash their sticks with passion and a just a small hint of menace.

Border Morris Woman at The Village Pump Festival 2013 © Bev Dunn

Border Morris Woman
at The Village Pump Festival 2013
© Bev Dunn

…loving the glasses!!

Festival Days at The Village Pump Festival 2012 © Bev Dunne

Festival Days
at The Village Pump Festival 2012
© Bev Dunne

Sat outside the main tent, catching the music on the summer breeze, downing the pint of Moonshine and looking up at perfect skies with their ethereal whisps of soft cloud. Heaven.

Me learning to play the Banjo at The Village Pump Festival 2013 © Bev Dunne

Me learning to play the Banjo
at The Village Pump Festival 2013
© Bev Dunne

Learning tentatively to play the banjo…still am…slowly.

Festivals Part One

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Seth Lakeman
at Lift Off Festival, Northwich
© Bev Dunne

There is nothing like sitting outside, preferably on a warm, summers day listening to live music usually clutching a pint of real cider. These are just a selection of photographs taken over the past few years at various festivals. Here’s looking forward to Summer 2014 and more al fresco live music.

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Seth Lakeman
at Lift Off Festival, Northwich
© Bev Dunne

Seth Lakeman is one of my favourite musicians. He is absolutely wonderful live, brimful of boundless energy and talent.

Martyn Joseph  at the Village Folk Festival 2013 © Bev Dunne

Martyn Joseph
at the Village Folk Festival 2013
© Bev Dunne

Martyn Joseph was one of the outstanding acts at this years Village Pump Festival, a fabulous little festival near Trowbridge, Wiltshire…..and he shares a birthday with me!!

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Martyn Joseph flying the flag for Wales

…and he’s Welsh!!

john Jones from the Oysterband at The Village Pump Festival 2012 © Bev Dunne

john Jones from the Oysterband
at The Village Pump Festival 2012
© Bev Dunne

The Oysterband are one of my other favourite artists and are definitely a band to see on a warm summer night with plenty of cider flowing. Just make sure you’ve got plenty of energy to dance though.

Chopper from the Oysterband at The Village Pump Festival 2012 © Bev Dunne

Chopper from the Oysterband
at The Village Pump Festival 2012
© Bev Dunne

More on Festivals in my next posting…

Daisies at Plas Brondanw

Daisies at Plas Brondanw

Spring has been slow in making it’s entrance here in Cwm Croesor, but when it did it seems to have all arrived in quick succession. We have had daffodils quickly superceded by primroses, then the emergence of the new lime green beech leaves and now the ultramarine dusting of bluebells. All within the space of a month…a month of cold weather with light sprinklings of snow, some warm sunshine and the usual quota of wind and rain we have become accustomed to up here. The lushness of nature blooming is a welcome respite from the bleakness of the past winter. It is a truly magical time of year in this small valley.

Daffodils at Bryn

Daffodils at Bryn

Spring Morning with Luna

Spring Morning with Luna

Primroses

Primroses

Ash Emerging

Ash Emerging

Viola

Viola

Emergence

Emergence

Walk Two (part 1):  March 12th 2013

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blue
ice

A week later and the weather has changed. Spring has been put on hold and winter’s icy breath is palpable, painting the world white, freezing fast running water into static icicles and chilling the warming sap of new growth.

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ice
flows

The skies are still blue, but a colder, icier shade of powder blue and the sun’s warmth barely registers. Still the magic remains… fringes of icicles decorate black river rocks and the moss remains a vivid sap green, cloaking trees and rocks alike.

Falling

Falling

Moss closer

Moss
closer

Mossrushing water

Moss
rushing water

Gentle watermoss

Gentle water
moss

Further up river I get more adventurous jumping from bank to bank, scrambling down bracken clad gullies to get to the larger waterfalls and clambering across dry stone walls so I can follow the river upstream. It is bitterly cold and this week I don’t linger to contemplate the sounds and sights of the river’s journey.

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Waterfall
blues

Ice form water

Ice form water

Ice form

Ice form

ice fringe

ice
fringe

river wider

river
wider

Walk One: March 3rd 2013

Waterfall

Waterfall

Two riverside walks a week apart. The first was spring infused…warm sunshine, birds singing and azure blue skies. The second.. Winter’s icy breath softly infused the landscape…frozen icicle clad water, bright blue skies and bitter arctic breezes. Both saturated with magic and light…and adventure. I scrambled down waterfalls, jumped the river, sat and contemplated faery kingdoms and swung from low oak branches. I am blessed to live in this beautiful place.

Gelli Oak woodsmoss covered stone

Gelli Oak woods
moss covered stone

Afon Croesorat Gelli

Afon Croesor
at Gelli

Waterflow

Water
flow

Mossand oak

Moss
and oak

Clear WaterAfon Croesor

Clear Water
Afon Croesor

Flowsplash

Flow
splash

The big waterfall

The big waterfall

Further down the river it began to feel like I was entering the land of the Tylwyth Teg…the Welsh fae. Enchanted glades under leafless trees, green moss on water hazy rocks and crystal clear waters reflecting aqua and leaf green shades. The air was heavy with anticipation…Spring Awakening..Sap arising

Clearblue river

Clear
blue
river

reflection

reflection

At the edge of the worldto the sun

At the edge of the world
to the sun

River rocks

River rocks

Mid daySun

Mid day
Sun

The land of the Tylwyth Teg

The land of the Tylwyth Teg

Still WaterAfon Croesor

Still Water
Afon Croesor

Yule…the tree

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stars

The tree has been bought and moved into it’s place in the house. We spent hours decorating it, unwrapping precious, memory evoking decorations from the numerous boxes and tins. Carefully hanging them on the fresh green, needle clad branches allowing space for the Christmas peacock. the ballerina and the new knitted cat. Multi coloured lights reflect, sparkle and highlight. Bring light to the darkness.

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