NEWS

REVIEW: VILLAGE PUMP FOLK FESTIVAL, 27TH & 28TH JULY 2013


BY MARTIN MOYES

Village Pump 2013 poster

IT IS TRADITIONAL for the first note of a Morris tune to coincide with the first drop of rain, but the watery end of our fabulous July heatwave waited until the last note of our Saturday spot with the Widders – a very friendly border side from Chepstow.

What a lovely contrast in styles – their colourful and exuberant dashing across the ground to a 15-piece orchestra, our black and white aerial manoeuvres to the measured beat of reeds, trombone and occasional drum.

The rain held off on Sunday too and the measure of appreciation has to be that many people took the trouble to seek us out on both days!

Off-piste, so to speak, Bertie Wright played a gorgeous set on his hand-crafted melodeon accompanied by a grizzled Holt Morris drummer, the rain failed to make mud of a beautiful setting, Eric Bibb brought echoes of his appearance at the Village Pump in 2007 – this time accompanied and enhanced by awesome electric guitar, Mervyn Grist amused with total irreverence, Mrs Wok fed the body and the Milk Street Brewery fed the soul – when their tent wasn’t doing a hang-glider imitation in the blustery winds.

“Thank you” to Terry for being Squire-for-the-weekend with calm efficiency and to all the dancers and musicians who, with partners, sisters, children (and grandchildren), made this a lovely weekend under the watchful eye of the White Horse.

FROM THE ARCHIVES: THE WILTSHIRE SONG


BY PHIL

A BLAST from the past! Well, 4th July 2009 to be exact. Holt Morris Announcer/Dancer Jonathan Nibbs leads the side in a hearty rendition of ‘The Wiltshire Song’.

EVENTS

CHILDREN IN NEED, AS MANY PUBS AS POSSIBLE, BRADFORD-ON-AVON.

With practice numbers returning to normal after the Summer rest period, we are now working up a repertoire for our primary charity fund-raiser. Starting at The Castle from around 7.30. pm. onwards, things will go physically and metaphorically downhill from then on as we approach closing-time and the taxi home, having demonstrated our considerable work ethic and imbibic skills in the accommodating hostelries of our favourite local town. Catch us if you will. Just locate us by the sound of bank notes being unfolded and deposited in our collecting buckets, and augment that sound yourselves in emulation thereof... Or just listen out for "The Bells...The Bells..."