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Folk Tales

It's been a few years since I made it down to my mum's for the Wimborne Folk Festival. Morris dancing is not something I actively seek out, but the festival is part of my childhood, and it was nice to hear the familiar music and see all the sides who have been coming for years - the Dorset Buttons, the Quayside Cloggies, the Fez Heads - in their unchanging uniforms.

The highlight for us is the Saturday charity fair on the Minster Green, which always has as its centrepiece an enormous bookstall.

Spoils of the bookstall

callmemadam didn't say anything about the cuddly Garfield. I think she's given up.

I spent much of the afternoon in the garden reading my spoils, before meeting kowarth for a drink in the evening.

On Sunday we visited the local garden centre, outside which was parked this charming ensemble:

Gypsy caravan

Note authentic dogs: one terrier, one lurcher.

In the afternoon Howard came over, and the two of us had a companionable ride as far as Stockbridge, followed by dinner, before parting company just outside Winchester. I filled up with petrol at the BP by Clapham Common, where a very drunk young man (I assume he lived locally and had walked there) insisted on buying me a Boost bar.

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Horsie! And a cute one. Look at those unshorn fetlocks!
Clearly a happy user of the pony edition of FetLife. =:)
Heh, I thought the hoss would meet with approval. They are indeed lovely feet! (And 'FetLife' does always make me think of 'fetlocks', for the record.)
Mmm, he looks like a strong gentle cutie indeed :)
but the festival is part of my childhood

I'm reminded I ought to get along to Cornwall next May, and see the 'Obby 'Oss parade through town. It's been a good while now - 1999, I believe - when I went there while staying with Dad. I think I'd enjoy those memories alongside the present. ^_^
That sounds fun! There are generally a few horses among the Morris sides (and the Fez Heads have a guy dressed as a camel).