The second part of Woodford, so different, but just as great as the first. I struggle to find a way to put my experience into words. So much that I gained from the place was from the energy and environment around me, rather than something physical. That said, the finished product, seeing all of our …
Just a short train ride south, Woodford is a world away from the life I lived in Bundaberg. In the country, surrounded by greenery, the suffocating packing shed is but a distant memory. Having found out about Woodford Folk Festival through a friend, I secured a volunteer position as part of the setup crew. Working …
