A very belated post about Solfest
Do you have things in your life that you never want to change because they’re comfortable and lovely? I do. It isn’t a long list - beers at the Knott, popping to the Eighth Day for lunch….and Solfest is most definitely on that list too.
Solfest is a treat, it really is. Things change a little every year, but I love the fact that I can look forward to the best chai in festival land at Weidigans, doing the Timewarp at the madness of the Weirdstring celidh, magic garlic chick-pea curry and chips, and mentally clapping my hands at the bizarre imaginations on display at the fancy dress night (I think the carton of milk was my favourite this year). It was our 4th Solfest, and it was a delight as always.
Hurricane Bill made his presence very much felt over the weekend and gave us our third mudfest of the summer. “It never gets muddy at Solfest” we told a couple of newcomers this year. “No, it doesn’t matter how much it chucks it down, the soil is really sandy and the rain just drains away.” I was most definitely noshing on those words when my arse found itself hurtling towards a particularly muddy puddle on Sunday night as I was staggering and sliding over to see Miles Hunt and Erica Nockalls (who were bloody brilliant by the way). Having already taken a drunken slide in the brown stuff at Stainsby (after which a friend took one look at me and informed me that I’d just lost a bet I wasn’t aware of), I was none too impressed at finding myself smelling faintly of cow for a second time. But, it didn’t stop me jigging along to Edward II at Stainsby, and it didn’t stop me loving seeing Miles Hunt sing out Solfest.
Every year we wonder whether we should give it a miss next year, but we always leave wondering why the hell should we. I bloody love it.
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