[m i a o w] the cat

We all went to the harmony singing workshop. D got hit with some killer hayfever, and was not in the best of form. The workshop was a little shambolic - it would have been far better if we could have just worked with one or two songs. Instead, they tried to teach us about four or five. And there should have also been three instructors to learn three part harmonies. Last year’s session with the Cow Patsy’s was far better, but on the plus side, we did get to see Wendy Ealy in action and her voice is fantastic. We left D at the Northumbrian Whistle workshop and went to get a coffee. One of the highlights of the folk festival is all the music that happens on the main street and in the pubs.

We had a look at the instrument exhibition and had a fabulous lunch at Alluvial. Later than night we went to a little church to watch Harpers Bizaare - a group of harpists who wear freaky hats. There was also a guitar, violin and a somewhat suspect flute as well. D and I thought they were great, while M muttered that the music made him think of Kleenex tissue advertisements and went for a walk, while R went and sat under a tree. Then Wendy Ealy did a set, and was great.

We headed back to camp. Someone had stolen our esky, and more importantly, the 12 stubbies of Coopers Sparkling Ale that it held. BASTARDS. I caught a bit of Symbiosis, who were excellent, and then we all watch Kate & Ruth, who were better than excellent. Hardly anyone in the tent was breathing while they sang The Wreck of the Dandenong.