Having blagged our way in as improvisational theatre performers, me and Abdul attended Boomtown festival and managed to convince most of the people there that we were in charge, he he.
I managed to plenty of Morris dancing in kit to reggae, and had my face painted up for a zombie movie.
At one point i was made up as a zombie Morris dancer doing double time over step to a funk band.
Whoop!
Abdul dropped some bad ass dubstep beatbox at one point, and i went the whole weekend without drinking... and loved it!
I LOST MY HAT, i swear i put it on Abdul's parcel shelf when we left the festival but he is sure he hasn't got it. My trusty Morris hat that shared so many adventures with me and featured in this blog..
sob sob
If any body spots that hat... you know who the rightful owner is!!
Rainbow Circle
On my way heading out to meet Dana in Ireland i stopped in at the Rainbow Circle gathering in Derbyshire, a free festival of sorts.
What an amazing bunch of people and i was so sad to be leaving after only a few days, the whole festival having lasted a whole month. Everything works on donations, so you don't pay directly for anything, just leave some money in the magic hat.
A gentleman called Ben lent me his top hat in order that i could do a little dancing on cabaret evening.
I had a dream about finding a well...
Nomadic Dance Project - Ireland
Leaving rainbow circle i made the long journey over to county Sligo in Ireland to meet up with Dana and the team, but a beautiful train ride it is from Crewe up to Hollyhead and Dublin to Sligo on the other side of the channel.
I've never been to Ireland before and the minute i stepped off the ferry i was instantly in love with the place and felt i was long overdue.
Dana and Jamie collected me from the station and took me to a remote location where they were pitched up for a few days and i met Ben, Bea, Sarah and Aurelie. An Irish lady had kindly given them use of some land and a caravan.
I kept hearing stories of a magical well...
Ben's tree harp was fascinating but i never saw it properly in action.
Me and Dana danced up Karaoke mountain, followed by the rest, me in a woolly hat and Dana in her glorious outfit with huge wings. I wish i had a photo!
The view was amazing up there but the experience was slightly tainted by a pain in my back which troubled me for some weeks. I figure i lost too much weight over the year and my pack was way too heavy, leaving me with a twist in my spine.
I rested up a while and went in search of a well, which i found in the most beautiful spot.
Another dream fulfilled.
Time came to leave and once again i was feeling sad and would of loved to carry on dancing with the nomadic dance crew.
I had a night out and a comfy bed in Sligo town courtesy of couchsurfing connection Urszula before catching the home bound train. Urszula had the sweetest Polish cross Irish accent. I tried a pint of guiness, which seemed the same as any, contrary to popular belief. But i was sad to be leaving Ireland.
Shambala
Just time to meet up with Adam and spend the weekend at Shambala festival before heading home.
My favourite festival and i had blagged a DJ set in the cabaret tent.
I felt pretty stupid with all those crazy talented people around and my job was just to press start and stop. But i did manage to do some Morris dancing once more. Throwing some crazy shapes to mash up dubstep turned a few heads.. he he.
We'll have a Morris revolution yet!!
Me having morning tea outside the manor at Shambala :-)
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