Dentdale beer and music festival creeps closer

First we have the CAMRA night in the Everyman bistro on Wednesday 22nd ---Drinking in the last chance saloon in the most literal sense of the expression!! countdown to closure continues and another fine Liverpool traditon dies.
 Its a kind of "Warm up" for the attack on the barrels up in Cumbria! Fingers crossed for good weather. This side of hell there is no worse place in the rain , Beer or no beer!!
Camping is the way forward here to stay in the loop and enjoy the best of the "Festival" atmosphere like the old days when we slept in barns and hedges and howled at the moon ;-) I have some insect repellant that I got in Bangkok to see off the mozzies , It worked well apart from the backs of my legs which I forgot to cover and they sneaked in under my chair and begulged my blood unhindered through the gap in my defenses --My bad!--- No such mistakes will be made in Dent however I know them and they know me and I just know that they have me marked up for supper.

My bro. and I will pace ourselves to keep the momentum going for the evening sessions in the Sun Inn or the George and Dragon. I am looking forward to laying down my mandolin in favour of a few old favourites at the top of our voices!  There could be naked hoochies dancing on the stage and Y' still wont lure me down there if theres a good session in the boozer!!
 We used to be able to get a good shanty session going in the Drunken duck back in the day but sometimes the musicians take themselves toooooo seriously to have fun! Play the music --yes! But leave space for ragarse time.
Sedbergh have their folk fest the same days because they pinched the idea from Dent to grab the revenue (Allegedly) on the grounds that Dent is too small to sustain the crowds ---Ha! High Laning camp is the best in the Dales for facilities and central location , And Dent is uberquaint . Sedbergh lacks that medieavil charm--Its big plus is that it is easier to get out of!!!

I like to see the brown earth roll over to the cleaving of the plow
I like to see the grass roll to the chewing of the ewe
The hawthorn stripped to the twig by the browsing of the beasts
The chettering of the pies above in the nest as the cows pull the tender green feast
The soft wind on the cheek The spicy tang of the burning ling
The gobbling of the last grouse as they take clattering to the wing
The windscattered rooks like black ash flying before the gale
The sloshing of the new milk and the clanking of the pail
The sienged smell of a crisp ironed pillow when the owl  calls
The parafin smoke wisps as the oil lamp is snuffed till next evening falls.
MPL

Cheese making

Heres a link to Dentdale heritage center.