Wellington Boots Must Be Worn At All Times. Void If Removed.

10,000 of us stand in an open field,
10,000 of us stand, sheltering from relentless precipitation.
Fairylights twinkle in the conifers. Bubbles float across the stage.
The whin and the furze grow steadily more waterlogged.
I’m standing close enough to Mr. Samuel Beam,
that from this angle, it’s possible to count his nasal hairs.
This makes me all the more willing to forgive him
his occasionally indulgent folk-calypso noodling
and his seguewaying stadium-rawk tendencies.
May age not wither his honeydewed beard.
Nor nodules seek to tame his seraphim larynx.
Kenny Anderson and The King Creosotes are all wearing syrups.
Lightspeed Champion is wearing Harry Palmer glasses and a fish-fur ushanka.
Little Devon Sproule is wearing her Twin Oaks Community t-shirt.
Whilst little Laura Marling is wearing what looks like a fishing smock.
Jason Spaceman is wearing his trademark Jason Spaceman spaceglasses.
Richard Thompson is wearing his trademark black military beret.
And Badly Drawn Damon Gough is wearing his trademark chip on the shoulder.
The Bowerbirds from North Carolina are,
rather sensibly, all wearing gumboots.
And they're not alone. A lot of people are wearing gumboots this weekend.
Not the full 10,000 of us, no,
but plenty nuff vulcanized rubber all the same.
If only Field Marshal Arthur Wellesley could see us now!

Iron & Wine play 'The Trapeze Swinger'

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