First, a quick apology. I’m sorry I haven’t blogged for so long. Phew that’s done.
I have made this comeback due to a large number of people begging me to start writing this blog again (okay, just one, Clare, but she is very persuasive) and I suppose our weekend in Upton is a fitting way to relaunch my blogging career (if that’s what you can call it).
Well, as usual, I took the Friday off work and after a preliminary shopping trip to buy our weekly shopping and a few essentials for the weekend (mainly beer), Mr Dark Morris Dancer (aka Greg) and I set off for Upton upon Severn. It was an uneventful journey and we reached the campsite in good time and put up our new (well, new since I last blogged) Outwell Rockwell 3 tent – a wonder of camping technology: tall enough to stand in but small enough to leave room in the car for our other camping essentials and a large selection of musical instruments.
I need to digress here.
I now have the following instruments:
A piano with no name (no use for Morris because I can only play classical music on it)
Jeffrey, the piano accordion (a slightly less heavy instrument than the piano)
Señor Parp, the tarota (it has no volume control and the volume is set to eleven)
Ike, the ukulele (the second lightest of the collection)
A harmonica with no name (I can’t play this, yet)
Anyway, digression over. Once the tent was up (with the help of the wonderful Ady and Graham), we started on the beer we had brought. Once I had drunk enough to feel a little bit uncomfortable about moving my car, I was asked to do that very same thing by Gaynor and Keith, so they could fit their campervan into the Crows’ Corral. I may have been a little bit reluctant at first: after all there were a number of other cars, a caravan or two, a few rugby posts and a couple of portaloos that could have been damaged in the process but I quickly saw reason and moved it and managed to damage precisely nothing.
To cut a long day short, we got our tea from the fish and chip shop, I managed to mix beer, wine and whisky and, after a long, interesting and amusing conversation with our fellow crows in the Village Hall (an enormous awning attached to Graham and Anne’s caravan), we went to bed and I woke up without a hangover. Amazing.
I started Saturday by cadging a cup of coffee from Pete and Elaine and some suncream from Anthony, and eating my muesli. Anne had already mentioned that she had a nearly full carton of soya milk that she had no further use for, so I went to her caravan and relieved her of the soya flavoured burden.
We then got into our kit and we all wandered off into Upton Central, where we congregated outside the Plough to share a spot with a few other sides, including Bakanalia. I have to mention now that it was very hot and I am practically a white walker, so it didn’t take me long to go into the Plough and ask for them to fill my tankard with water, thus eliciting a few remarks of “You’re starting a bit early”, to which I replied “This beer is watery”.
We started with Ragged Crow and I didn’t dance, so I played Ike. We then waited for the other sides to dance and I disappeared back into the pub for more watery “beer”. We were going to do Upton Stick at this spot and Pete had pretty well ordered me to dance it opposite him but unfortunately John, our Foreman, left me out of the set, so I played Ike and Pete had to make do with another dancer.
My memory is a little hazy now, so I’m going to have to stop trying to give a blow by blow account of proceedings. I remember having excellent chips for dinner from one of the chip vans. I remember speaking to Ian from Carreg Las and reminding him about us discussing my ambition to own and learn to play a shawm at the session at Clerical Error’s 25th birthday bash and showing him Señor Parp. He had been very supportive of the idea and I was looking forward to him hearing me play, even though it could easily have been quite an ordeal for him.
After that conversation, Stone the Crows did Ashpole (with a little bit of good natured heckling from the Ironmen [after all it is adapted from one of their dances]) and I played Señor Parp and managed not to squeak too much. Ian later came by and complimented me on my playing, saying he liked the counter melodies and that it gave the music a medieval feel.
There was also a stick incident involving Alan, who is a postman by trade. Obviously he was unable to control his postman instincts and upon finding a stick shaped hole, he posted his stick through a grid into the surface water drain in the road. I think he was mortified but that didn’t stop us Crows taking the proverbial.
When we had finished, we went back to the campsite and Gaynor presented me with a bottle of Black Sheep ale in thanks for moving my car the day before. I thought that was very kind of her and told her if she ever needs me to move my car again, I will do, willingly, even by a hundred miles. I then got my bottle opener and started on it.
Saturday is the day when we have tea and cakes and I had baked Boston Brownies specially for the occasion. Anne had baked a vegan cake (which is why she had the soya milk) and Mary Roach had also brought vegan cake, so there was definitely enough cake to satisfy a greedy vegan like me. After the cakes, we went to the Swan to find a session and we found one in one of the back rooms. It was the sort of session that makes me want to really raise my game and I quickly identified an accordion player who had a style I would really like to emulate – punchy and syncopated. I tried my best with the tunes I didn’t know and joined in with the ones I did.
At one point, Clare came in (she had just arrived in Upton) and said that Mary T was in one of the other rooms and required our presence there, so we made our apologies and I explained it was us, not them and we went to join Mary. There was nice mixture of instruments: a couple of accordions (including Jeffrey, of course), some fiddles, some guitars and a soprano sax, to name but a few. We were later joined by Alistair Gillies of the Ironmasters with his soprano sax and he sat next to me. No pressure there Sharon!
He started off a few tunes and one seemed to keep going for rather longer than the usual three repetitions. My suspicions were confirmed when at the end, he announced that he had decided to keep going until he got it right. I responded by saying it’s a good job I don’t do that or we’d be there the whole night and probably most of the following day too.
After a while, I decided to be sensible and suggested to Greg and Mark that we return to the campsite, so I could get some kip and we made our way back. I then discovered that the torch I had so sensibly brought was probably only good for illuminating the valve on the filling loop for the boiler (located in the loft), which we have to repressurise on a regular basis, and not for illuminating the way back to our tent in an unlit campsite. Fortunately Mark had a torch that shines with the light of a thousand suns, so we were able to get back without tripping over any guy ropes.
Sunday was destined to be as sunny and hot as Saturday, which was a shame because I had managed to get sunburnt on Saturday and I didn’t want to repeat the experience. Alan had a stick attached to his arm with gaffer tape. We all found this highly amusing, although I’m sure that the removal of the gaffer tape would have been even more amusing had I witnessed it. We had a show spot at 10.10, so we had to get up and out pretty quickly. Our show dances were Cuckoos Nest and Crows Nest and I danced in both, so Ike and Señor Parp had to sit in a corner and sulk. They didn’t sulk for long though, because Ike had an outing for Loxley Barratt where I was able to use the pick I’d bought from Pete Grassby’s stall and Señor Parp came out for Sod Hall.
The sun had the same intensity as it has on the day of Meursault’s mother’s funeral in L’Étranger and I was doing my best to avoid it. Fortunately, I had managed to get cadged suncream on all exposed bits of skin so the sunburn did not get any worse. I had also bought a bucket hat and was wearing it between performances. My consumption of water rocketed, although there were some halves of Guinness thrown in for good measure.
After a day of dancing, we finished with a Worcester Hey in about 28 degrees Celsius. I declined to dance because I was so hot and feeling really uncomfortable, so I played Ike, using another pick I had bought from Pete Grassby. We then went back to the campsite and retired to the village hall once we had changed and cleaned up.
I was beginning to feel a bit ill. I already had a heavy cold, which I could ignore while we were doing things like dancing or playing in sessions but once I was inactive it would tap me on the shoulder and say “Hi, I’m here. Look, here’s an irritating cough. Try sneezing, it will produce about three gallons of snot, most of which will fly onto your t-shirt or some poor unsuspecting passer by”. I think I also had heatstroke: white walkers don’t really cope with heat too well.
My first thought was food and my second was Chinese. There were some people amongst us, doubting Thomases all, who told me the Chinese was shut. That didn’t seem to make economic sense and at about fiveish, Greg and I went to investigate and found it open, although, at this early hour not exactly full to bursting with punters. We ordered food and chopsticks and took it back to the village hall where I slowly and determinedly demolished my Szechuan Bean Curd and rice.
Come 8 O’clock I was ready for bed and pleading the cold and heatstroke, I retired to the tent. I had 12 hours broken sleep, which equates to about 8 hours unbroken sleep and, although I didn’t wake refreshed, I was ready to face the world again.
We then had the job of packing everything back into the i10 and that done we made our way back in convoy with Mark along the A49 all the way to the Alvanley Arms in Cotebrook, Cheshire, where we stopped for a meal, and then made our separate ways back home, thus ending yet another great weekend at the Upton upon Severn Folk Festival.
One last thing, I haven’t mentioned all the sides we danced with but I’ve tagged them plus a couple more who I like and who I saw at Upton this year. Hopefully we’ll get a chance to share a spot with you all another year.