WENLOCK FESTIVAL was a haze of summer skies, screeching swifts and rooks squabbling in the twilight. Lovely audiences plumped on strawberries and ice cream – awash with tea and Pimms, willing us on to be our best. Ancient Abbey stones still warm from the sun was all the amplification we needed – the greeness of leaves was their smile for the sun-after-rain. One of those days in England we’ve been saving up to spend x
backstage with Emma Rickard
Backstage with Tabitha
Ancient stones still warm from the sun were all the amplification we needed