Fabulous weather this weekend – thank goodness. I can’t be doing with a lot of hanging around in the wind and rain, especially at this time of year when wind and rain equals extremely dreary and dismal. In fact I caught the sun a little yesterday and had a pink nose – well it was either the sun or the red wine.

We did Tenterden Folk Festival this weekend. ‘We’ meaning the Morris side. We were keeping ourselves low profile this weekend as our numbers are low and that includes some newer and inexperienced dancers - so for the sake of our future good name we didn’t want to draw too much attention. We were however well received where we did perform. I managed to ‘call’ the dances (i.e. lead and call out the moves!) reasonably ok – at least everyone seemed to be going the right way, in the right way, and at the right time. From that point of view I am glad the weekend is over – I can’t cope with the pressure! My own high point was dancing a jig (on me tod) at the station at Tenterden and although it wasn’t a personal best as far as the dancing was concerned it was pretty good considering the music was in part provided by a melodeon player who had just spent the journey back from Bodiam learning the tune from scratch – and it isn’t that long a journey! All in all it was a good weekend, we danced here and there, we made ourselves known and we didn’t manage to injure anyone in the process.

As we were leaving the town yesterday I pointed out the big, big-bearded guy walking down the road towards us dressed in a pink floral dress – I also pointed out that if there wasn’t a folk festival going on this weekend that would look somewhat unusual but I’d probably passed dozens of similar figures over the last couple of days without even noticing.

Yesterday I was out all day dancing but trying at the same time to run a craft stall back in the home town, and today I was out all day dancing and at the same time trying to prepare a family meal. I could have done with time-turner this weekend really as I find it terribly difficult being in two places at the same time – especially some distance apart – but thank goodness for extended families. My cousin quite happily provided the physical presence at the craft stall but as business didn’t do too well (it never does in that venue) I don’t know whether she will offer again. Time was when I would have minded not taking much money but nowadays it all seems to wash over me. I just shrug and say la vie.

I am a mellow fellow atm – long may it continue!