It seems like just a few short weeks ago when, in the glorious heat of summer, we munched on succulent veggie burgers, supped fine ales and caught up with old and new friends alike. Each day we danced, we sang, we laughed, we cried and inevitably watched people lose their inhibitions whilst the hot August sun melted away like a bubbling pool of burning caramel over Cherry Hinton Hall and Cambridge Folk Festival 2018.
If that wasn’t enough to fill our cups, we also got to see and photograph some amazing musical talent.
You know, someone once said “The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life”.
So as the summer gently passes, the golden leaves of Autumn begin to fall and the sun retreats like the withered yolk of a weathered egg, we hold on to ourselves and look back over our shoulders. In that kaleidoscope of memories we see CFF18 live again.
Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.