It’s our traditional last weekend of summer this weekend. Moseley Folk Festival always happens the weekend after the bank holiday weekend and usually the weekend before school starts again, so for the last several years, we have seen this as the end of the summer period.
Am I a huge folk music fan? No, not really, but I do really enjoy live music. The location in Moseley Park is lovely, a weekend surrounded by trees and water. This year the festival promises to be bigger, not a positive in my eyes, as I have relished the tininess of the festival – from one spot on a picnic blank, you can see pretty much all the site. There is a familiarity for us – we know which food we like to indulge in, we know roughly where we want to put that picnic blanket, we feel soothed by the routine.
This year I decided that we would not go, we would try and change the tradition, maybe just go for a day instead of a whole weekend. Then reality hit, I am not one that likes to feel I am in a rut, but you know what – I love this tradition, it’s a lovely way to mark the transition into a new season. I will spend the weekend not doing much, just thinking thoughts, sharing time with family, listening to good music and eating good food. A good way to gather energy for the full season ahead. So off we head for the weekend again.