The festival had been utterly brilliant but now it was all over. It had been as good as an overseas holiday but unfortunately that meant that on the last day of the event I got that same heavy don’t-want-to-go-home sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Reluctantly but with no other option available, we packed up and went home to anti-climax land early. But as we drove away I promised myself that I would return in the future, which is something I don’t usually do when travelling home from an overseas trip.
So thank you WOMAD for the bestest of times and thank you Tanzania, the Isle of Man, Mali, Nigeria, Croatia, Malawi, Brazil, Portugal, Chile, Spain, Australia, Réunion, Zimbabwe, Tunisia and Scotland for sending along your magnificent singers and musicians to entertain me in such a wonderful way and making the weekend one that I will always remember. And thank you too to my great friend Angela for being the wise woman of festivals and without whose years of pestering I would probably have never gone to a weekend outdoor music festival at all and without whom the weekend wouldn’t have been such a laugh.
My WOMAD pink dangly thing.