Folk and Cider Festival in Cleethorpes 2013
Great ciders, dancing and music - it's a festival not to be missed at the Cleethorpes Light Railway.
The Cleethorpes Folk and Cider Festival gets underway on the weekend of May 24-27 and last year there was music and dance and cider at the Light Railway Station, the Meridian Craft shops area, the Discovery Centre and near the Leisure Centre with 62 different ciders on offer.
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Hard to imagine but last year’s Folk and Cider Festival in Cleethorpes was in soaring temperatures
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Hard to imagine but last year’s Folk and Cider Festival in Cleethorpes was in soaring temperatures
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Grimsby Morris Men: Hard to imagine but last year’s Folk and Cider Festival in Cleethorpes was in soaring temperatures
So make a date in your diary and get ready to take in and enjoy a great atmosphere.
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2 Comments
by Mat_the-Hat
Saturday, February 16 2013, 11:21AM
“Sadly, now going to have to decide between this one and C-Fab - what a decision. Shame that there are only two really good folky events in this area and they are both on the same weekend!!!”
by Rambling_Sid
Saturday, February 16 2013, 9:33AM
“Folk activities in soaring temperatures? This poem was by the late Terri Horvath, who founded the only Morris dancing team on the Costa Blanca, possibly in the whole of Spain!
THE MEN'S MORRIS TEAM
Last week I went to the hills by the stream
In Hugh's village to dance with the men's morris team.
The week before, there weren't enough men
So the ladies all came to the rescue again.
The first time I went we were dancing with dogs,
Five of them dodging about through the clogs.
They weaved in and out in all the wrong places
Barking and fighting, in each others faces.
The trouble with dogs is they just cannot dance
They don't know the moves, and so they just prance.
They don't keep in time and "foot up" means a wee
So they just got in the way of the humans – you see.
Poor Linda, their owner was just going frantic
She'd offered her home for these quaint morris antics.
I don't think she'd realised just what it entailed
And tying the dogs up, her efforts all failed
One hung out through the window, another the door
They scrabbled and scratched and went mad round the floor
They barked very loud to show their displeasure
As Ian played on and the dance we did measure.
The mosquitos now joined the melee in the heat
Eight sweaty humans, lots of hot meat!
They bit me here, they bit me there
They bit me all over and everywhere.
I got bumps on my body where bumps shouldn't be
And when I got into bed, they were still there with me!
They itched and I scratched, they started to burn
For five or six nights I'd just toss and I'd turn.
The following Monday we gathered the clan
The dogs were all quiet, I'd brought mossie spray can
But the start of the practice was a clarion call
For all Spanish mossies to come to the ball
Like B52 bombers they flew round our heads
Ducking and diving and biting our legs
Ian played all the music with only one hand
He needed the other to slap mossies down
Well we managed to signal and completed the hey
To cross over and signal, wave hankies so gay
But boy have we suffered to have so much fun
So I hope you'll all watch when we dance in the sun.”