Tuesday, 6 May 2008
We popped into Rochester yesterday at the end of the weekend to catch the tail-end of the Sweeps' Festival - a glorious three-day Kentish bacchanalia. The various competing troupes or tribes of sweeps - and there are many - are like Morris Men. Except in black. And a bit sinister and scary. Well, chimney sweeps would be. Accordians and massive new-age drums overlain with the staccato clash of sticks and clearly a tremendous load of fun being had by all. The sheer wonder and delight in the eyes of a young Asian lad watching with his puzzled family made me feel very proud that the Brits still have thriving cultural traditions such as this.