Winter in the south
Those who know me, know that I love festivals. I love the moosh of ideas, the opportunity to share work and to enjoy what others have been creating. In my neighbourhood, June is the best. First is the Williamstown Literary Festival , aka the Willy Lit Fest. On the west side of the Birrarung (Yarra River), it was, and I think still is, the largest literary event west of the city of Naarm (Melbourne).
The festival like all, has struggled to get back on its feet after Covid. But back it is - with more OOMPH! than ever. The program this year was packed - something for everyone. As well as bringing in events and authors from afar, locals always have a place.
Sessions are rolled out in the many rooms inside the magnificent Williamstown Town Hall. The ball room is set up as a hub, filled with displays including the festival book shop Book and Paper. Several years ago the Hobsons Bay Library created a Facebook group to connect local writers. Home Grown Hobsons Bay is ever increasing and we always have a table in the hub.
Following the WLF is the Newport Folk Festival, hosted by the Newport Fiddle and Folk Club. Newport is where i live and I’m an enthusiastic folkie. I’ve participated in many of the groups that operate within the Club, learned to play the ukulele and hold a harmony but I found my home in the choir and I coordinate the Newport Storytellers. The Storytellers kicked off the Saturday with a Breakfast Show. Not an easy gig starting at 8.30 am!