Last weekend I was at Barking Folk Festival, this weekend I was at the East Anglian Storytelling Festival, in-between I also did some other storytelling. Barking is one of my favourite festivals, it is so multi cultural and dynamic, with very happy audiences. The East Anglian Festival is another favourite, where I catch up with all the local tellers that I love and meet old and new friends. In-between on Tuesday I was at Tipi Woods, were I work part time, the children were organising themselves to be imagined hunters, so with their agreement, I told them the story of The Freedom Bird and the Hunter, which they really loved. That evening I went up to London to, Global Generation, based in The ‘Skip Garden’ behind St Pancras, in their ecology centre, to tell an ancient African tale, (that I told to my children 25 years ago), that relates to the relentless building expansion in the area. back to this past weekend. On late Friday afternoon, I travelled to Elmswell in deepest Suffolk, as an invited participant to the East Anglian Storytelling Festival, to both listen to stories from an amazing line up of storytellers, to attend wonderful workshops and to tell tales myself through the weekend. Elmswell is a village just a few miles up the road, from where I spent my first 35 years of my life. One of the stories that I told, was the 800 year old tale of The Green Children, of Woolpit, a story from a landscape that is imbedded in my soul.