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Winding Down at the Chalke Hist Fest

Winding Down at the Chalke Hist Fest

After five days onsite, the weekend is a chance to go easy on the talks and soak up the sun.
Zebedee Baker-Smith

Winding Down at the Chalke Hist Fest - Saturday & Sunday This was the day that sapped me, the closeness of the heat unendurable and getting oneself up for another talk tricky as the crowds swarmed to Broad Chalke in their droves. The cool mornings, however, have...

Reinforcements arrive at the Chalke Hist Fest

Reinforcements arrive at the Chalke Hist Fest

Zeb meets up with his editor and board members.
Zebedee Baker-Smith

Reinforcements arrive at the Chalke Hist Fest 5 - Friday It had been a relatively late one as the campsite dragged itself up and back to it. The antics seemed to be crescendoing into the weekend. Having spent a pleasant evening in the company of Aspects of History’s...

Camping at the Chalke Hist Fest

Camping at the Chalke Hist Fest

Michael Gove is in Zeb's firing line.
Zebedee Baker-Smith

Chalke Hist Fest 4 - Thursday It’s all become routine now – more or less six years without having camped and I’ve surprised myself by enjoying it! The warm showers and the Kiwi coffee van twenty metres away lures me out in the morning, a couple of protein ‘crisps’ and...

Reflecting again on the Chalke Hist Fest

Reflecting again on the Chalke Hist Fest

Zeb spends the night with an earwig before enjoying the Mooch.
Zebedee Baker-Smith

Chalke Hist Fest 3 - Wednesday I woke up to the sight of an earwig flaunting its acrobatic manoeuvres inside the seam of the canvas above. Not quite panic as I flicked it out the tent door, but it got me moving. An earlier start was necessary because this was the...

Further Reflections of Chalke Hist Fest

Further Reflections of Chalke Hist Fest

Zeb continues his coverage
Zebedee Baker-Smith

Chalke Hist Fest - Tuesday This is Solstice-Land in June after all and so waking up at 5am because of the light is to be expected. A couple of hours dozing as the lightest of rain tapped at the canvas above and I emerge for a remarkably warm shower. Having gone to...