Visiting The Freedom Festival.

Good morning. A few pics from my visit to the Freedom Festival at Hull on Saturday. Outside the church was a small gathering of stalls, mainly depicting things of a historical and heritage nature. There was wool spinning, a town crier, archeological finds, and this lovely collection of coach built perambulators. I didn't know there was such a thing as a Pram Society. Here is their web site.
http://www.thepramsociety.com/

This lovely lady is certainly dressed for the part and was happy to pose for me.

A chat with this lady revealed that she collects vintage prams and has 60 stored in a container. She visits shows all around Yorkshire showing off her collection. It must be difficult to choose which ones to take, she transports them in a trailer towed behind her car.

I had a wander around the Marina area.

There was several stages set up in different locations around the city. Long lists of performers and the times they were due on stage, were dotted about. I must say though, that looking through the names I didn't recognise any of them apart from Martha Reeves and the Vandellas, who were on stage on Saturday night. This is the Yellow Bus stage, don't know who the band is though.

As I wandered around, some of the stages were empty, obviously in between turns, and those artists who were performing were just a horrible noise. Perhaps I am getting too old for this kind of entertainment. I have lost touch with modern bands. I didn't see any music for us of more senior years. I would have liked to see some Rock and Roll, or brass bands, or soul bands. I can't get my head round these youngsters that pick up a guitar and yell into a mike. Oh dear, I sound like Mrs Grumpy, but I'm not really.

There was a circus and a comedy show, but I was there at the wrong time to catch them. I suppose I could have bought a ticket and waited for the show to start but decided against that.

I saw several of these colourful cars dotted about the place, sprouting growing flowers and plants from the boot and engine compartment. They gave a nice arty touch to the place.

There was a lot to keep the children entertained, a load of sand had been dumped on a paved area of  Queens Gardens, creating a mini beach where the kiddywinks could build sandcastles. There was also lots of challenges and games that the youngsters could join in with, it was great to see them having such fun.

Random statue for you, ha ha. Who is this golden man on a golden horse? Don't know but I like it.

Just to redress the balance, I am listening to Burnsy on Radio Humberside as I type. The general concensus is that the Freedom Festival was a fantastic success, bringing thousands of money spending public into the city. Business was indeed brisk at all the beer tents, queueing six deep in some places. Not surprising that people were drinking a lot, the weather was hot and sunny. I couldn't join them though, I had driven my car a short distance to the next village to get the bus to Hull, and I don't drink and drive. Also if I have a drink I need to use the loo, and I hate those portaloo's that they bring in for these type of events, they usually stink. Perhaps a quick dash in and out while holding your breath is just about acceptable if they are tucked away in some discreet quiet area, but the ones I saw were lined up along a fence facing the crowds strolling by. Give me a quiet spot in a wood or behind a hedge in the countryside any day, ha ha.

Got to go. Stuff to do. Toodle pip.