Tag Archives: Sidmouth Folk Week
His face a mask of concentration, he plays a slow, sad tune as the cars and caravans leave. The festival is over but he will play on.
Heralding the end of a week of festivities – a joyful snake of light, colour, dance and song.
Thirty-six of them move in unison. Stomping on the hard floor with deafening precision. An army on the march.
Painted in bright colours, it draws in young and old. As the handle is turned, it reads familiar tunes from punched cardboard strips. A group of tiny wooden morris men dance, play and drink to entertain the crowds.