One of our village pubs holds a folk festival on this weekend every year. Historically this weekend has weather best suited to November, so today’s grey skies and blustery winds made a nice summery change.
Mini-Ginge got his groove on and discovered that a man wearing a flat cap who then takes off the flat cap is hilarious. And I realised that I’m raising a child on pork pie and folk music, which in the great scheme of things isn’t a bad plan.
My Juneathon effort was a 2 mile round trip to the pub (pram pushing on the return mile).