Tally ho!

Helped at Penryn Friday Market yesterday, all day – I buy bread wholesale from the wonderful artisan bakers in Falmouth, Stone\’s Bakery, and bring it up to the Temperance Hall in Penryn so people can get decent bread there. I don\’t actually make anything on the deal, but it\’s fun to do – apart from anything else, you hook into some splendid gossip. I found out that the Ultimate Local Luvvy, a guy about my age who is very definitely An Actor, has been a tiny bit economical with the truth. The impression he had given everyone was that he was heading off to the West Indies in his boat. Turns out that the Ultimate Local Luvvy is crewing on someone else\’s boat – and I wish I had a secret webcam on it, because it could get quite intense.
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No, I haven\’t left for Derby yet. I have to iron my kit, pack the car with an extraordinary amount of essential stuff and buy my own bodyweight in licorice allsorts to munch on the way. I\’m also packing those single cup coffee filters because I can\’t function without caffeine and don\’t drink Brown Drink, the disgusting powdered stuff that is fraudulently labelled coffee on the outside.
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Tally ho! (as I once wrote in a Maths exam)

Penryn Mayday Festival 2011

By gum, these Penryn kids are tough. In the teeth of a nasty cold gale straight off Falmouth Harbour, there they were in their pretty dresses to be May Queens, dancing down the street to the music of Bagas Crowd, complete with violins, drums, clarinets. They were not fazed at all by the scary Green Men marching ahead nor by press photographers, nor people watching from windows. Down on the Memorial Gardens, they rushed around, listened to stories, cheered the splendid Relentless band (average age around 10 years old) and cheered the May Queens.
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There had been a hitch with the weather. We had obviously ordered fine sunshine from 1.00 pm to 6.00 pm with a very light fresh breeze, and done it well in advance. I think the people organising That Wedding must have had a word with someone and hijacked our weather for the Friday. What we got was nasty, cold, grey – until our protests got to someone in charge and some blue sky and sun was quickly rustled up very late in the day. You can be sure we\’ll be making complaints to the very highest authority.
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No matter – the stall holders who braved the wind did good business and even though we couldn\’t raise the maypole in case it got blown over and killed somebody, we still danced around a virtual maypole to welcome in the summer.