Friday, 12 August 2011
Meet on the Ledge
I'm away at Fairport Convention's annual reunion in Cropredy - which is a weeny weeny little village that hosts this one festival every year, and turns into a morass of ambling, amiable, aging folk-rockers. I may even end up watching some morris dancing, if I'm not careful.
Every year they finish with this song and we all hug each other and blub. It never fails to remind me how much I love my friends. I think I want it played at my funeral...
Back on Monday!