We're marching up to the Bridport Folk Festival, with some new faces, some old faces, all with blacked faces. We come with big sticks, black boots, bones, feathers, tatters, grimaces, growls, shouts, hard rhythms and mournful tunes, samples of lively dancing, the odd imperfection (very odd), a hunger for attention, and a thirst for rum, ...and ale, oh yes ...and gin. WE were so well received on our last visit so we are keen to return. Will YOU be there?!