I'm not sure where this writing is going...but for now it is what it is...

...for it's kind of about where we live, the beautiful Sid Valley and the hills beyond. It's about the sea and the timeless wild-ness of the shoreline... and its about the power of the sea. It drew us here and it holds us here...

...and of course it's about donkeys. Today, donkeys live in their thousands here, high on the hill in the Sanctuary. Their singing brays are echos of donkeys that lived here long ago hauling salt, carrying harvests gathered and following donkey paths back to the sea...


Friday 29 July 2011

Following folk to the sea...

It's that time of year again when many people retrace their steps back into Sidmouth, drawn by the promise of music and magic by the sea.
Bluegrass folk
 


Folk in cars, on motorbikes, in camper vans, caravans, buses,  together with back-packers and hikers are all rolling down the steep lanes and roads heading as one, for the sea and the music that blends effortlessly into the salt-air.

There will be music and singing and dancing for days and nights to come...


String-playing folk come to the beach to sing with the sea.
Feather-fringed dancing folk rest on shingle-banked beaches.


I'm sure it will be fun!

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