Woodford Folk Festival: a Mud Odyssey
Let me officially go on record by saying this has been: a) the wettest Woodford ever; b) the wettest Woodford ever; and c) the only way I console myself while trudging through the muddiest mud-pits is by convincing myself that I’m fulfilling my childhood fantasy of walking through a world made of melting chocolate. But even so, it is still…well, Woodford. I’ve had two beautiful gigs thus far – one on the first night with my gorgeous sister Ang accompanying me on keys for an i