Joe and I went over the hills and crossed the county boundary into Cheshire last Saturday, we went to Bollington to watch the Carnival Procession that is part of the two week long Bollington Festival.
Bollington is a long sinuous town, three villages sewn together the building of cotton and silk mills, it has more than a touch of Wirksworth about it, you take a look for yourself on the Bollington web cam. It likes to be known as the Happy Valley and it has none of the pretentiousness of the neighbouring ‘gold triangle’ Villages of Prestbury, Alderley Edge and the town of Wilmslow.
The procession was as home grown and local as it is possible to get and the town has a strong sense of community; you can listen to the local radio station, Canalside Community Radio here
We liked the garden in a wheelbarrow
Brass band music it’s a generational thing
The festival program is stuffed with events, I may have to return, Joe wouldn’t let me follow the artists open studio trail ‘You’ll be aaages’ he said. He was probably right, I have a master plan to return, alone, to indulge in the exhibitions and galleries this weekend.
You can imagine how smitten I was with the felt wall sculpture displayed in the library
I’d have happily taken it home with me.
Or maybe I should make my own, it can’t be a big job, I’m sure it wouldn’t take long.