I picked up this bit of blog re the Wessex Folk Festival in Weymouth last weekend. It really says it all:

Saturday

Going to the Wessex Folk Festival tomorrow in town for what will either be Bright Sunshine + Pretty Music + Fruit Cider + Great Company or Pissing Down + Eccentric Elderly Morris Dancers + Orange Squash + Miserable Wet Weirdos.
All depends on weather. That is what life in Weymouth town is like.

Sunday

THE WESSEX FOLK FESTIVAL WAS AMAZING!!!

DRANK LOTS OF CIDER, HUNG OUT WITH MAH AWESOME CHUMS, LISTENED TO ROCKING FOLK IN A VERY PACKED TOWN SQUARE

Sun was almost opressively hot, which was better than we could have dared to hope for. Cider tents served even the most dubiously of-age (and, obviously, underage). People I hadn't seen for a bit turned up. Wacky Morris dancers were wandering around, as were weathered old fishermen and aging hippies. There's nowt so queer as folk festivals.

There was a group playing Corrs-ish Irish fiddley folk, and another one played English Napoleonic war ballads. It was all very well done and not at all naff. We ate crepes and ice cream and chips (the ice cream was Cadbury Buttons - amazing!)

Stompin' Dave's set was the highlight of the day. He was on fire, stomping faster than he's ever stomped, and he broke two strings on various of his string instruments. Everyone joined in on Grandfather Clock and he did the Duelling Banjoes bit from Deliverance. He got a standing ovation, which made us as his Boot Inn groupies very proud ;D

A big thank you to all supporters!