Purbeck Valley Folk Festival near Corfe Castle

     This time, the festival was at a new location further on down the valley towards Swanage possibly because of the difficulties of people trying to get off the site.  After booking in, we were directed down into a field next to the railway line.  There was plenty of straw down covering some mud on the track.  We made it ok into the field but Mike decided to head for the high ground in the field - just in case.  Later visitors got bogged down in the bottom.  It took a while to get all set up as there was a queue for filling up water containers and we had to lug them back to the caravan - back down the track we'd just driven down!

    Anyway, we finished so it was off to the festival and on the way, we saw a fabulous dragon kite!

Got to have my coffee!

Good but expensive

Zoomed in shot of Corfe Castle.  Mike always thought that it was a folly and didn't find out until quite recently.

Sunset and yes, we're off to bed,

we're cream-crackered.

First train of the day. Well, the first one that we saw!











Time for a spot of lunch before heading off back down again














     I'm entering the beard-off competition this year with a beard that Amy, our daughter made for her husband Dave.

















    We thought this band was good but learnt that this was their last performance.  What a shame!

Mike's first pint of the day but also displaying a loom band - his effort for becoming a hippy.














This bloke was a laugh and really talented.

I bought a henna kit and had to try it out .....





and on on Mike as well :)    My version of Zebedee from the Magic Roundabout.

 Boing! said Zebedee








































Then it started raining and almost everyone headed to the beer tent but it was only a light shower so we stayed put. 

Mike did wear his hat though - the bag for the chair!












Mike doesn't do drinking standing up.















It's not the wrong weather, just the wrong clothes













Then the weather got steadily worse












but Sunday was better

and Mike needed protection from the sun this time!














Beard off judging time











I'm down there,  somewhere for the judging but got beaten













by a young whippersnapper with a better beard :)

Time for tea & biscuits

Then the weather got worse ....

and worse

So we went to one of the barn stages then to bed.

On the next morning, we managed to get the caravan out of the field ok but got

bogged down due to everything being churned up mud.

      Luckily the young farmers were giving tow outs at a fiver a time.  Money well spent, I think.

     Looking back, we think that we had the best of Purbeck Folk at the last location.  The stages were too close together and music heard from adjacent stages and our site for the caravan was far from ideal.