Well, What a hot weekend!

Phew ! The PHRINGE  was a scorcher.

A view from a volunteer.

The orange people were back.  In quality T shirts which were, let’s be kind, not made for the Totnes fringe micro climate.

As the mercury soared the town swelled with locals and visitors, some of whom had, can this be true, NEVER heard of the Fringe!  But they loved what they saw, smelt, drank, ate and heard.  We are coming back next year, they pledged.

Every cranny and nook was covered in orange fringe, pop poms and posters.

MASH Morris made its debut under the Civic Hall at the opening with their hybrid mythical beast, a silent sentinel.

Children with paper puppets poured from the Civic Hall while a choir filled the steps.  We knew there were poets in town – because their T shirts said POET on the back.

There were fans with fans, clammy hands, sun dodgers under parasols and a calm, cool sanctuary in St Mary’s.

There was music and dance, a little Bromance, cabaret and magic and sinuous jazz.

We chatted, we directed the wandering, we sang our hearts out and ,ooh my feet, we danced.

It was Phabulous.

Here’s a little film of just some of it: