So, I cheated on the walking this year. Having a morning appointment to attend and with the need to be back home by 4ish, I ended up cycling across to Westleton. The day started out with glorious blue skies and bright sunshine making a very warm morning. However, on arrival at the village green, and with a pint of Green Jacks Summer Dream to sup, a threatening dark cloud moved over the proceedings and with a flash, bang and wallop, rains issued from the heavens. Folk flocked to the refuge of the covered stalls or took shelter provided by the broad leaved trees at the bottom of the green. Others cowered under umbrellas and families could be seen hiding under makeshift shelters of blankets, bags, clothes and whatever else they could lay their hands upon. One of the organizers was running around the PA system speakers hastily covering their electronics in black bin liners and I watched this scene sitting on a bale of hay, getting wet but determined to see the storm out, thinking that the heat of the day would soon dry any dampness once the rain had passed. What changed my mind was when my beer glass started filling quicker than I was drinking it. This was the prompt to seek refuge with the crowds that were cramped into the confines of the beer tent. The rain did not last long and even though clear blue skies did not return, it was still warm, the sun shone intermittently and the ground soon dried out.
The initial heats to the Westleton mens barrel races had to be cancelled when there was not enough entrants to warrant the heats, the final later in the day being the only race. This was a disappointment. Come on you men of Westleton, show us what your are made of! Get your act together for 2013. Nonetheless the All-comer races had several heats for men, women and children and as usual were thoroughly entertaining with bashes, crashes and downright blatant hindering of the opposition, just like it should be.
Music on a stage next to the duck pond was provided by
Doc Cox, probably better known for his musings years ago on the BBC's television programme Thats Life as well as his rather childish and naughty single entitled
The Winkers Song (misprint) which I remember first hearing in 1978 in a pub in Fulham. This song is always worth a snigger, though he doesn't seem to perform it these days. Today Doc Cox lives in Westleton and has a wealth of parodies to sing about his observations of Suffolk life including the humorous
'Sizewell B' done to the tune of The Beatles Let it Be, and a whimsical song about typical Suffolk directions which ends up with his car in the river. Very entertaining and he can, on occasion, be found performing at the
Eastbrige Eels Foot squit nights. I have to admit I have even borrowed his guitar on a Volunteer Folk Nite to perform
Wally The Wasp - I don't think he was too impressed at this street urchin hammering his expensive guitar which he insisted had cost the equivalent of a small car!
In addition to the light hearted parodies of Doc Cox was some good old fashioned blues music from The Random Blues Company. A selection of cover versions of rock and blues and easy to sit, listen and watch whilst consuming a fine pint of beer!
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