Clare went off to inspect the Tafwyl free Welsh language Festival in the Castle grounds, and returned to insist that I accompany her for a tea time visit to hear the legendary nationalist folk singer Meic Stevens (a contemporary of Bob Dylan, and very much in the same ethos) play a live acoustic gig, which I did albeit complaining a little.
Of course it continued to rain, and a devoted following of a hundred or so listeners huddled under big umbrellas, or stood around in free plastic ponchos emblazoned with the S4C TV channel logo. It was a good humoured attempt to make the best of a bad job. Meic's little grand daughter took refuge with him under the stage canopy, very cute in a red and white polka dot mac. I even managed to get my phone under control sufficiently to shoot a brief clip of him playing the blues, and it's posted here.
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