It is the Ahakista Festival in a few days time. There are some that may enjoy the rereading of this story of a festival from a few years back.
It was the weekend before the festival and we were stood on the grass across the road from Arundel’s Pub. We stood in bright clear sunlight blue sky in front of and it was raining. Great drops being blown in from a cloud that hung over the hill behind.
‘Are you here for the festival?’ the man with the black beard asked me.
‘We are,’ I said ‘And I guess it is going to be busy this year?’
‘Oh it will be, it will be. There’s your famous neighbor doing the pub quiz on Friday night and there will be all sorts on Saturday and Sunday. But you know for the eighth year running they won’t be holding…
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