The plan was to go to Greenbelt every 2 years, but this year’s line-up was just too tempting, so we tacked on a long weekend at Cheltenham Racecourse to our grand tour of Scotland. I’m blogging on Sunday afternoon, so there may yet be another post. It’s been a great weekend so far. The rain held off long enough for full site access on Friday, allowing our friends under canvas to drive in and set up, unlike last years, erm…interesting start to the weekend. The bleary eyed first ferry of the morning proved worthwhile as we beat the worst of the queues to get in, and made it onto site early enough to find a suitable space for all of us together.
Show of Hands were one of the big draws for us, and I recommended Dave got over his folk aversion and listened. To quote Dave’s response they were “AWESOME”. Such talented performers, relaxed and assured without appearing smug or showy. Fantastic.
Something on an institution, Folk On were a “must see” for us. Fortunately they were on ahead of Paul Bell, who we were also really keen to see. As it turned out the arrangement would have worked better the other way round (as appeared to be the case when we first looked at the timings). Folk On provided foot stomping tunes with silly, silly words, beautifully crafted into a hilarious performance. Paul Bell was brilliant as ever, but his gentle humour and sharp observations of humanity would have been better programmed ahead of the mania that is Folk On. Still, both were thoroughly enjoyable and led to purchases in the G-Store and online.
Today was the communion service. I wasn’t sure whether to go as wanted some time to myself (which I have instead found now and am quietly and antisocially sitting in the van blogging) but decided I would. I’m not keen on crowds and this was a BIG crowd. Dismay really set in when Tony declared “There’s a space at the front, let’s go there” and the other fools went along with him. I could see no such space. However it turned out Tony was right, there was indeed a large space at the front. I guess church is the same wherever you go, the front row is always left empty. The service was generally great, with some fantastic use of 100 volunteers and several miles of ribbon to create a fantastic visual effect with a series of links into the service.
The communion service went into sharing “The Peace” in finest Anglican style. Normally something I hide from, forced nicey-interactivity with other people – not my strong suite as a grumpy old man not keen on any form of socialising outside of set acceptable parameters. This however had a much more real-feel to it, and was actually OK.
Some people didn’t quite get it though, it has to be said….
Overall a good communion service, and thus far a great Greenbelt.