World on your doorstep: Saturday

It was WOYD weekend, Hebden Bridge's music festival, and on Saturday morning we had inevitably got roped into doing the parade at the last minute, which started on our way down to the park, anyway, and Charlotte wanted a hand (or five) to hold the giant firebird puppet. It was great watching all the amazing puppets emerge into the car park, ready for the parade.

There's me, holding a wing of the firebird, which is more complicated than it looks, especially when you have to flap, and the gap gets narrow and there are trees to negotiate. I hardly noticed what route we were taking, it took so much concentration, and I got so hot I had to hand my coat so a passer by, who, of course, had disappeared in the crowd when it started raining, (but later re-apeared). (pic by Chris Ratcliffe of HEBWEB, where there are more).


That's the boys approaching a scary giant puppet, and the acoustic tent in the distance, where we saw several acts, including...
Dawn and Bill (the plumber!)

And it was worth sticking it out till the (bitter) end to huddle under umbrellas round the main stage, watching the legendry Victor Brox.
I then whizzed... no dragged...the kids home for tea and bed, and went out to see some more live acts around town in the evening, which got quite late...