At a festival with many elaborately be-hatted folks, Devon Sproule has - officially - by far the best hat in town. And her lovely fan turned wide brimmed ray of sunshine and languid lazy days songs are a much needed dose of sunshine on this very soggy Saturday afternoon site. I've been on the go since too early to mention this morning via an eventful trip from my hotel with the only taxi driver in town who didn't know there was a Folk Festival on ... or where it was, making it just on time for a cheery singing workshop over at The Club Tent with a hundred hardy souls, a soundcheck for the Radcliffe-Maconie Show (which I'm playing in a couple of hours), a very messy lunch with a small boy and a couple of songs on Stage 1 with the splendid Chris Wood, which was a rare treat. My top tip for later is to get yourself and your bairns over to The Hub at 5pm for Kidsamonium with my fellow villager/neighbour, the eccentric and wonderful jazz drummer Tom Bancroft. The Pied Piper has nothing on him!
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