It was my first time as a performer at Woodford, and hopefully not my last. Before I go too much further, I would like to say a huge thank you to all the people that supported us at the festival, and for those who took the time to stop and chat to us while we were wandering around. I felt a bit like a celebrity, if that’s possible while walking around soaking wet and muddy in a tie-dye petticoat and purple gum-boots.
So, from the beginning… I was firstly very excited that my little car ‘Cheryl’ made it through the mud to the campsite, and even more excited to discover that our tents were still standing as we had left them a week or so earlier. We managed to organise the camp site, with Mannie’s van holding up the side. With a few arguments about whose table was better (mine of course!) and which equipment should be used (also mine… with the exception of a really old saucepan that Paul named 'The Cancer Pan'), we set up a fairly comfortable home for the next few days. Or so we thought. Within hours it was muddy and leaking, all the while with Mannie sitting dry in the back of his van laughing at us ‘real campers’.
Our first gig at the Concert tent was a great experience. We had our doubts about a 10am gig so early in the festival, but were surprised to see a huge crowd who seemed to really enjoy the music (or were particularly good at pretending!). Our other gigs saw the same response, and we even ended up being invited to play in some chalkboard concerts which were a real highlight.
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