Mannie's WoodfordWorld

So my day one didn’t start real well. I was late! In my defense I didn’t get to bed before 2 am the night before and had set the alarm for 4:30am so I could pack my bags. Yes I know what you’re thinking! Well there was the “I’m running a wee bit late” phone call to Paul and that was the start of a long day of ridicule about 'MannieTime'.

Woodford looked amazing as we rode in on the wave of laughter and the excitement levels went up another notch.

After parking what would be my mobile home for the next seven days we sat down to the customary cups of coffee. Our first taste of Woodford entertainment was watching Bridget move and adjust tent pegs, ropes, tarps, then perform an ancient weather prediction rite. She picked up a piece of dried animal droppings held it to the light then smelt it before telling us it would rain for the rest of the festival with one day of sunshine if she was reading the signs correctly. I was further amazed when she walked up to a small wallaby, made it take one hop to the left and told us the time right down to the last second. “How da hell did you do that?” I asked. She just smiled and said “the bush is in my blood” as she bent down to pick up what looked like a small watch.


That set the scene for a day full of great performance’s from such artists as Sarah Blasko, Bernard Carney & David Hyams, Martin Pearson, Cloudstreet, Doch, Madviolet, The Pirate Brides, Eric Bogle, and woman in docs just to name a few.

After all of that I was knockerd and declined the offer of the session for a warm bed and happy thoughts of what lay ahead with Sunas on day two.