The site is busy – half term and a lovely atmosphere all round as people settle into the good weather, this fireside session was well attended the rings of seating & haybales expand – the food’s also gone up a notch! everyone bringing fantastic dishes to share. The evening started as always with Mac introducing the roots of the word Caravanserai and its relevance to Treloan as a meeting place.
The session kicked off with Ken Barrett doing another George Formby set, followed by Rob Barratt (note Barr-att!) a fantastic poet hailing from Bodmin..marvellous wordsmithing on second homes, not swimming with dolphins, love / rock songs and more..
Steve Arthur reciting a fireside fave Binder String
“Dost mind Bill Bates, as used to work for Drake at Badger’s End?
There weren’t a tool about the farm this fella could not mend…”
Mac slipped in the wonderful jobs for lifeless & a wee ditty on chocolate money / credit crunch.. (Pete’s having a laugh!)
with Chris Insoll off stage (so to speak) heres the one and only Chris Pollard reading from his book..
we also had the pleasure of hearing young Isabelle, a campsite visitor recite a poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
I used to think nurses Were women,
I used to think police
I used to think poets
Until I became one of them.
and finally Jack Retallack a young local boy – 11ys old (son of Ralph, saxophonist in the Hothouse Playboys) gave us some spine shivering unaccompanied vocals – wonderfully crafted versions of songs like American Pie & Leonard Cohen’s Halleluiah….amazin’
more pics from this event by Mary here