FINALLY the time came again for me to make it to the always breathtaking Woodford Folk Festival.
I’ve been fortunate enough to make it about 20 out of the past 24 years of my life to Woodford. And over those years a few things haven’t changed… even as a little kid I would always sit (often side stage while dad was announcing acts) with my sketchbook drawing all day.
So naturally this year, while making the pilgrimage (to see my dad’s first solo Woodford set!!!), I found my favourite hill outside the Grande tent. Settled in to watch Tinpan Orange, and had a draw.
Let me know below if any of you made it to the festival this year!