This weekend there was an Arts Festival in a local park with quite a history.
It used to be a graveyard until the graves were moved and the area became a park......
the only thing is - rumour has it - that bones used to rise to the surface -- so today the park has been nicknamed "Skeleton Park".
I spent a good part of Saturday soaking in the sunshine -- and the sights --
and the music. (which truthfully left something to be desired -- at least the bit I heard)
Then Sunday there was a "Porch Jazz Parade".... which was a bit like being in New Orleans at Mardi Gras..........
The parade would stop every so often for concerts on "porches"
It was absolutely amazing!!
I didn't stay for the whole thing as I had yet another event to squeeze into my weekend.
There was a Bondage Picnic in the Park --
so despite a whole lot of sun -- but with a song in my heart I headed off to yet another park for some bondage.......
As the saying goes "all good things must come to an end" and I toddled home Sunday evening - exhausted, and more than slightly crispy -- but it was worth it !!!