The motorhome thumped up the lane rocking and jerking over the hardened earth that shook our jaws. As the last curve was negotiated the campsite spread before us. Flags flapped against the mackerel sky. Swags and flags swirly Twizzlers rattled and spun as did novelty air filled sperm. Campers tugged miniature trailers, all polished looking their best. Unicorns flapped, bunting tangled and faces lit up and grinned.
We strolled around, caught a knowing look or two. Smiles and nods tossed our way, a greeting of strangers linked by destination and sounds. Kids and pups were happily pulled along in trailers packed with stuff for the day.
A squeal from the stage shocked our ears as the thump thump of a base backed the ‘ one two, one two’, called over the mike.
Flowers and glitter in hair and on faces caught the light as hula hoop girls spun in tiny sequined shorts. Toned bodies of aerial dancers arced and rolled precariously. Dancing under steel frames, suspended on strands of purple ribbon.
Goods displayed on trestle tables and rails spewed from the mouths of canvas shops. Old tut from dusty lofts became prized merchandise once more. Hats, bags, wigs and wings, wands and make believe; all at a price. Clothes from eras past with stories sewn into the weave. Love’s lost and consummated in the seams of an old mini skirt and psychedelic clothes. Cheese-cloth shirts and bell-bottom jeans, wait in hope as rushing winds flap at hems, like silent adverts vying for attention.
Giant robotic installations jerked and flashed to the beat. Bubbles shot across the giggling crowds and flames intermittently roared from an arm that shot skyward. Ooh’s and ahh’s join the music at each glow of the flame.
A folly watches from her view point snuggled in the trees. The festival and its entourage playing at her feet. Not so far from the days of Jousts and Jesters that took place in times gone by.
Girls danced with a freedom I long since lost. Dreadlocks and rainbow dyed hair mingled, with the French plaited girlies. Shaved heads bump and grind with hipster bearded men. Some smoke weed or swig artisan gin together. One place, one time, a shared experience. The music built up and bodies moved in unity, the youth and the aged together. All made new connections and memories alike.
Rain splashed bodies ran for shelter and kids tried to catch drops on their tongues. Even the weather became a game. Sticky and tired we turn in and watch the sun setting over Suffolk.
Until sizzling bacon awakened our taste buds then the enthusiasm bubbled up, begging us to do it once more, at a Suffolk festival.
#WhiteNoiseVwFestival #EaustonHallSuffolk
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This festival sounds like a ton of fun. One of the many things I love about summertime.
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Yes it’s not just the music it is … The Thing! Thanks for reading have a brilliant summer yourself.
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Exactly! Thank you, continue having a fun summer yourself🙂
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Sounds wonderful, Ellen! Is that the same place the Lit Fest is held? Looks beautiful.
Thanks again for all your support for little Tomos – you’ve been so amazing. Votes being counted as I type!!
Love,
Sara x
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The lit fest is in the town which is beautiful too. My fingers are crossed for Tomos’s votes and the festival.
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Thanks, Ellen – mine too! Maybe the Lit Fest will be more interested if I get shortlisted – so definitely fingers crossed! xxx
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Maybe you can contact them direct? Third party may be lost in the ether… 😢😯😕
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Perhaps if I do somehow manage to get on the shortlist, I’ll contact them informally on FB. I really like the idea of it now. Fingers crossed! (That’s all I’m saying at the moment!)
Have a lovely day, Ellen. xxx
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We had a great time didn’t we?
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Where you there? This weekend …
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Oh no, I thought you were talking about the one in June. We’ve been at Lingfield races this weekend and then visiting rellies in that area. Just got home…
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I would have been upset if I had missed you.
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Then we both had fun.
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What a fab time you seem to have had. xx
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The music was a given the rest was a gift.
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Amen to that x
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Sounds like a wonderful celebration, Ellen. I will be in Suffolk in two weeks time – so exciting!
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Where maybe we could share a cup of tea?
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That would be lovely. My Mother was born and raised in Bungay, Suffolk. We are writing her story and are going to do some research.
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We are just outside Bury St Edmunds dm me on twitter if you’re near enough to meet. Or e mail. X
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Thank you, Ellen. I will definitely do that.
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Great piece of writing. I felt like I was there with you absorbing all the magic and mystery.
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Oh! Beradette You have made my day. Good to see you back. Xxx
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Reblogged this on Blog Pad 2017.
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Thank you kindly blogger. x
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You are welcome!
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