Fairport’s Cropredy Convention 2007 – The Aftermath

The plan for Sunday was to get up early so Dave and I could drive back to his mooring and leave my car there, this would mean that when we got there I could drive everyone back to Cropredy to pick up their vehicles and go home. Sounds complicated but trust me it was the only way we could do it. We eventually got back to the boat and were underway about 12 (so much for getting up early)

Fairport’s Cropredy Convention 2007 – Day 3

Day 3
Saturday 11/08/07
Big plans for Saturday morning; needed to take the cars back to Dave’s permanent mooring so we could head straight home tomorrow afternoon, breakfast was to be had on the roof of the boat to make the campers in the adjacent field jealous of our cooking prowess and there was a run to be had with the Hash House Harriers. Maybe even get a few minutes to walk through the village. All this to be done by 11 so we can get some good spots for the final day.

Fairport’s Cropredy Convention 2007 – Day 2

Day 2
Friday 10/08/07
Attempts to get up early were thwarted by the fact that we had been sitting in the sun drinking all day on Thursday and didn’t get to bed until after midnight. Still we had time to grab a fry up and head in for a good space before the midday start

Fairport’s Cropredy Convention 2007 – Day 1

My recent posts about the 2011 Cropredy Convention have prompted me to get round to re-posting my old entries about previous events.  So here is 2007, hopefully soon to be followed by 2008 and 2009.

I wouldn’t describe myself as a fan or advocate of folk music and until recently my only contact with the genre was a few Steeleye Span records that dad had when we were younger and, more recently, a bit of Dylan and the like. So the Cropredy Folk Festival, otherwise known as Fairport’s Cropredy Convention and a number of other names, wouldn’t be the most likely candidate for (probably) the only festival I’ll attend this year.

Innocent Village Fete 2007, Small village fete London-style

When Kat invited me to come along to a village fete in Regents Park in London I thought she had gone potty (alright perhaps not gone). When I checked out the list of events on the official website I was convinced the organisers were potty. How could I possibly resist an event where one of the listed activities was duck licking and where the terms and conditions encourage the selling of knitted dog mittens whilst strictly forbidding the sale of anything else on the site.