Sunshine and lots of sunshine
Thunder, lightning and hailstones the size of sugar lumps; and sitting out in it all! a lovely atmosphere and as well as the music stages, I did Tai Chi (so great to be back at it again), I made a butterfly, a fish and a snail called Brian out of willow, I listened to a storyteller and tried playing the Northumbrian Small Pipes (btw did you know there also were the Northumbriam semi-long pipes....no, I thought not!!).
There there was the Opening ceremony of the Olympics and yes, I abandoned the Festival spirit to partake of the spirit of the Games and the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to share this moment here on the home turf- literally as it happened!
More in a bit.........off to work now! :-)
Back again - So I settled in to the Folknet Café - we even got a seat and I was thrilled. I'd thought I was going to miss it and here I was, watching it after all. So all went well, I couldn't believe my luck and I was so happy:-)) - then the café went on fire. Deep fat fryers under canvas aren't really a very good idea I guess, but the tent really burned well, thank goodness for the fire extinguishers!! No one was hurt, but we spectators of the opening ceremony were hard to disperse. "Try the main Bar in the Arena", suggested a helpful security officer. So off I went ... along with many others to find about 100 people crowding into the corner of the beer tent to see a little telly that was obviously quite low - I say obviously as no one really could see it and the music was too loud outside on the stage to hear it.
Undaunted, I set off back to the abandoned Folknet Café, but they were waiting for the Fire Brigade to arrive to tell us it was safe to enter. Another low moment before I spotted a small crowd .... around an i-pad
The end of the story is that we got back in and saw the rest in real time on the big(ish) screen. So we were happy again in the end. An event I will certainly never forget.
I almost forgot to mention the rain, no indeed the thunder, lightening and hail that emptied itself on us and continued for about 2 hours on Sunday afternoon. So it was time for wellies and straw hats worn over flimsy placcy macs as the pond-like puddles grew between the muddy turf. I wish I'd had my wellies with me :-( It's no fun washing off heavy mud in a cold shower!