Winter drawers on - (he he, old 'uns are good 'uns). Just thought it timely to think ahead to next year! Not sure if it belongs here but what the heck.

FELL FOOT FELL HUSH

As Fell Foot falls hush,
tents aired, flaps folded,
beds exhausted of air,
I stand alone -
erasing each trace
of my time in this place

Ground checked for scraps and hooks
I embrace the space for reflection.

Devoid of words
and emptied of expression -
I close my eyes
as silence holds me tight.

Then oh so slowly I hear the echoes
of the egos
and "have a go s,"
and soporific drones
of acoustic tones.
Folk in the throes of laughter
and the inward groans
of those who brought along
the shadows of their own,
forever gone, loved ones.
They now reluctantly show
the hard worn knowing
of the importance of enjoying
life's sudden moments.

I gently pack away each sound
and homeward bound follow the unwashed crowd,
melodiously chilled,
thrilled and through true connection fulfilled.
Aware that we each bear
our unique souvenirs:-

Thick heads
Split lips
Ticks
Crick backs
An itch here
scratch there
Lyric snips
Draft Scripts
Slick tips
Heady trips
Friendships

Mutual recollections
stretch each mile into our mundane lives,
awaiting glorious festival communion
at next year's Imploding Acoustic Inevitable reunion.

Hello there....erm....Liz?,(or maybe not). Love this Fellfoot reminiscence.Captures the time perfectly for me!

Joy Elizabeth here :) Don't know what happened there!

I love this Joy - yes it does bring back some good memories. The mention of the 'unwashed' made me smile - I think we all went away itching and scratching.

Did anyone happen to find my very expensive lantern and batteries that went walkies whilst they were ratching around?