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Part of my problem when I made my last post was that I hadn't realised that Jane was holding on to her car for a bit longer after all. This meant that Paddy and Polly only needed to return our car if we had it, and I would find another way of getting home, which is what I always do. Another part was that I'd somehow missed reading the second half of a text from Polly, where she suggested I find my own way home separately, and it took a short interval for me to come up with the idea for myself.
Anyway, I had a good festival. The only sessions I took any major part in were instrument free. The only time I got my guitar out of its case was for the Easter morning church service. But a good festival nevertheless. In the sessions I enjoyed the singing of a Scottish couple named Alan and Carol (or Karen?). Alan has a fine light baritone voice, and a great repertoire of Scottish songs, many of them in a broad, not-quite-impenetrable dialect. At one point, four of us-Alan and Carol, another wee Scots lady and myself, managed to reconstruct between us the Old Maid's song, as sung by the peerless Chris Penman. The wee lady, who knew the first two verses better than the rest of us had never heard the last verse-
Well, noo, Ah'm awa' hame, for there's naebody heedin',
Naebody's heedin' tae puir Maggie's pleadin'.
Ah'm awa' hame tae ma wee bit garret;
If I cannae get a man, I'll surely get a parrot,
And it's oh dear me, what will ah dae
If ah dee an old maid in the garret?
She enjoyed it immensely.