The Collective

The Creative Folk Collective has been an important part of the last nine months. A group of women who are all forging their own paths, trying to figure out how to launch into creative pursuits in bigger and more purposeful ways. Some are old friends, some are new; sometimes we meet as a distinct five, sometimes as a wider gathering with boyfriends and others in our lives.

The Collective met at the weekend, minus one key member (who was honeymooning in South Africa,) for a day of country air, folk music and fields. It was blissful.

Sometimes when we gather together we have a project, a new skill to learn or a discussion to have but sometimes, we just meet. This was a meet up. Intentions to camp in Wales gave way to a lazy Saturday in our various homes and a Sunday at a music festival in the hills outside Bath. We strolled across the fields in the grey morning light, to sit in a village square festooned with bunting and flags, accompanied by Morris dancers and accordion players.

Freshly Ground performing at Priston Festival



We ate beer battered fish and chips, drank delicious ale and chatted. We occasionally sheltered from the rain under golfing brollies snaffled from old acquaintances, and rounded off our afternoon huddling around a big old table in the village pub.

As we traipsed back over the fields, a little less energetically than we had started our day, we picked the last of the blackberries and mused over careers and loves and plans and moves.

 And stopped for the occasional Album Cover photo.