I normally spend a good part of two days wandering around the festival, taking in free concerts and watching the hundreds of people who descend on this small West Yorkshire village once a year for the “International Jazz Festival”
Shock, horror as again the rain kept away and people mingled in the streets, viewing the variety of stalls selling all kinds of goods and including a very good record stall with an exceptional collection of vinyl LPs featuring the great and the good of the jazz world.
The cafes were filling up, as many a visitor tucked into a “full English” to counter the excesses of the previous evenings “concert going” )and drinking).
Unfortunately, this year I was away on the Saturday and therefore missed the big parade, and only managed a couple of hours on Sunday morning but still managed to catch a very enthusiastic Heckmondwike Grammar School Soul Band…
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