Woodford Textures

The first few days at the Woodford Folk festival were rainy and cold ,unseasonal weather for the 'sunshine' state. It didn't take long for the dust to turn to mud, mud which threatened to suck your shoes off and squelched up between your toes if you were wearing thongs. While the music from the venues filled our ears with glorious sound, the stalls dotted around the site provided our eyes with a colourful diversion. The rough textures of colourful bags hanging out side the stalls, colourful clothing hanging inside, racks of scarfs, and a jumble of hats teetering in a large pile on a table.

Once the sun began to shine and the raincoats came off the colourful parade of people filled the streets ,the stalls tempting then with their wares. Small butterflies on sticks beckoning to children with their gaily
wings.