Wiltshire Wailers

Last weekend was the Festival of Song at Stourhead. Clive has been practising the songs for weeks and it was lovely to hear all the doo doos and random lyrics (that I have heard) come to life in the actual songs. His sister arrived back from France the night before so she was roped in to attending the event. He went on ahead and we (aforementioned sister and I) were due to arrive promptly for the performance at 11am.

Of course it didn’t work out that way as, due to the pressures of serious chatting, we missed the correct exit from one of a succession of very confusing roundabouts (okay so I am meant to know the route fairly well). We got there AT 11am, with tickets to buy and loos to visit – after which it takes about 10 minutes to get to the Palladian Bridge from the top car park - we hurtled down at breakneck speed and got there flushed and breathless, but in time to enjoy most of the first performance.

My favourite song was a Croation love song with a title sounding suspiciously like Blobby Barcode. The 3 of us met up later with 2 sons, 2 fiances, another sister, brother-in-law and 2 nieces and nephew and a grand time was had by all with a picnic in front of the Pantheon.