Morgan scuttles off to Sidmouth Folk Festival

The day dawns bright and sunny, the hood is off and the lights all show green.
Scuttling through the lanes past Yettington and Otterton we head off for an eccentric Sunday morning to this wonderful music festival. The crocket lawns are sparkling with morning dew and the early arrival assures us of a good parking spot. The car park attendant offers us a prime slot where he may keep a watch on the venerated vehicle.

Past Pinn Farm, over the next hill and here is Sidmouth

Ice cream, Cheesy chips, Cornish pasties, sticky buns, iced coffee and sun shades. A wide brimmed hat to keeps the sun off.

Down beneath the Beech tree canopy

Safe in front of the hut beside the crocket lawns.

Coffee and toast for breakfast

The Morris Man

The Lifeboat Man

      The accordian players

                                                                                                            

 Lots of happy faces    

People watching here reaches its zenith as all tastes are catered for and everyone is so happy.

Rowers rowing off shore, Dinghy sailors sailing, sunbathers, kayakers, and so many musicians preparing  to strum, pluck, blow, thump or beat. If your choice is a tin whistle thats fine, if its a trombone thats good too. One little girl is sitting beside the beach railings practicing her percussion set which includes a plastic bowl, bongos, and an up ended plastic crate.
Amongst the Morris dancers the colourful attire is all bells and whistles - anything goes -  one lady is cross dressed like an Ostrich with knobbly knees while a gentleman walks by in the garb of admiral Nelson complete with his chelengk (that hat).