At the very beginning of my time off a few weeks ago, there was a folk music and ale festival in Dumfries entitled Folk 'n' Ale (does pretty much what it says on the tin). I don't take very good pictures in pubs I'm afraid, so my apologies poor light and in many cases, down right out of focus. I have Ronnie Galloway to thank for some of these photos - the decent ones and certainly those with me in them.
The first night was in the Tam O' Shanter for a session led by John and Rhona Carson
Gus Hendrix plays the mandolin behind his head.
See! I don't drink beer and take pictures all the time. Caught having a tune.
What sort of an ale festival wouldn't have any ale.
One of Ronnie's pictures of the session in the back room of The Ship - I popped in here for an hour or so after the session in the Tam O'Shanter.
Festival accommodation - very wet on the outside but thankfully dry on the inside. Camping didn't prove very popular here - this is it. A third tent turned up for the second night.
On Saturday afternoon there was music on the High Street. Nicola Black was up first for a few tunes (helped out by base player Blackie (is that right?)). You can listen to a few tunes by Nicola here
The gentlemen of Galloway Folk (minus one) await their turn
The gentleman of Galloway Folk having their turn. You can find them here .
After Galloway folk had had their tunes, I wandered off to Tam O'Shanter for an afternoon session. On the way I passed Alec, my campsite neighbour, who was trying his hand at the busking competition.
We must have been doing something right in the Tam O'Shanter as they brought us a free beer.
I had a pint of this later on - quite frankly, not good - watery even. Is first pint out of the barrel a reason - I don't know. Two of the other beers in this blog were Broughton ales from the same pub and they were lovely so I'll give the bar the benefit of the doubt.
I popped into this session in the Globe - Robert Burn's favorite haunt when he lived in Dumfries. I was just listening - I know my limits. It's just a wee wood lined room and filled to the gunnels with players - quite a sound, I can say.
Well done to the Globe for selling me cups of tea - it was really just what I needed (I'm just a lightweight on the beer front and don't really go in for drinking all day)
Last session of the weekend in the Caven Arms
My father and Gus do battle on the fiddle.
An honourable draw, as you might expect.