Thanks for popping in. Hands up who caught the sun this weekend! I certainly did! It was a beautiful day yesterday, the sun was blazing down on us at the festival – only mad dogs and Englishmen and all that! There was a fella with ginger hair covering himself with copious amounts of sun block, and he must have read my mind… (“Blast! Should’ve brought the lotion”). He kindly lept to the rescue, offering me his bottle, and even coated my shoulders for me – otherwise I’d have fried! He also offered me his hip flask of whiskey several times and all manner of recreational gear, which I declined graciously. Otherwise, I do declare, I’d have fried!
This dude was brilliant – a real switched on and entertaining performer, from Oakland California. Fantastic Negrito. Bad boy turned good. As he had us all chanting: Take the Bullshit, and turn it into good shit. That was after he told us a 14 year old brother was shot in the head and killed in the street, which exacted a massive shift in his attitude to life and death. Well, it would, wouldn’t it. So he had us laughing and crying and singing and cheering – all in a magical hour. Yeah, he was pretty epic actually.
Look him up. He’s lived a life for sure !!! A real character.
And today we drove down to Folkestone to meet the family for lunch. Rock Salt the restaurant by the harbour. Very good. There was a huge gathering of people at the waterfront, so we asked the lovely foreign maître-d what was going on. “Ahh, perhaps the Archie Bishop is blessing the fisheries”.
Apparently, the Blessing of the Fisheries is one of Folkestone’s oldest traditions, and started in the 1890’s. A long procession of various members of the fishing community, parishioners, schoolchildren, choirs and clergy from St. Peter’s and other parishes, together with the Mayor of Folkestone, and other Mayors of the Cinque Ports and Civic Dignitaries lead the Bishop from the Church to the Stade. And there we were, with a ringside seat!
So there you have it. Diversity is the Song of Life! From mad Music Festivals, hip flasks and Fantastic Negrito at Deer Park, to the Folkestone dignitaries headed up by Archie. Actually, I don’t think it was Archie, I reckon it was the Bishop, but not the Archie Bishop. But the name the maître-D gave him tickled me pink, so Archie it is.
There’s a lot out there you know. A lot to see, a lot to do.
Back to work tomorrow. There’s a lot going on, and I think an early night is in order. Need a clear head.
Love & Hugs,