Trim the Crusts Off the Sandwiches And Pop On A Frock - It's The NNF Garden Party

I love the annual Garden Party in Chapelfield Gardens. It is the BIG free event of the Norfolk and Norwich Festival, and if the weather is kind to us it provides two whole days of atmospheric entertainment in the middle weekend of festival fortnight. For the public it is a chance to chill out in the city centre's park, enjoy free world-class outdoor performances, and take advantage of the wide range of food and drink stalls (or just bring a picnic). For the event managers and the health and safety team it is the biggest single challenge of the fortnight, but for us, the volunteers, it is a chance to wear the blue t-shirts with pride, get involved with the shows and the public, and have a catch up with what we have all been up to since the festival started.

It is the weather that can make or break any outdoor summer event, and the Garden Party is no different. All week the forecasts have been changing on almost an hour by hour basis as frontal systems and showers spin their way almost randomly on their journey east, only to veer north or south at the last minute and so avoiding Norfolk. Saturday is actually warm, and although the cloud cover hangs overhead the strength of the sun can still be felt. Sunday promises even better.

I am here both days, with shifts that start at 10.00am and finish at 5.30pm. In addition, I am doing a one hour shift on Saturday at the Spiegeltent box office, which I am hoping will qualify me for admission for the sold-out White Nights show at 7.30pm, and possibly Broken Back as well later at 10.00pm. But first I need to muster with the rest of the Saturday crew for our morning briefing with the event managers.

There is always a large volunteer presence at the Garden Party, mainly it sometimes seems just to point out the nearest toilets (which is a challenge, seeing as the council have thoughfully locked the only public conveniences in Chapelfield Gardens), but also being a public point of contact for queries on event timings, lost children, and ticket availability for the rest of the Festival. We are normally paired up and allocated to a particular show pitch, sometimes rotated and sent to cover each others' lunch breaks. For the Saturday I spend the morning with GlassHouse Dance who perform their  pop-up show 'Us' in front of the market on Gentleman's Walk before moving to Chapelfield Gardens. In the afternoon I am moved onto Bureau Detours' 'DENNIS Design Centre', where members of the public are being invited to help make items of furniture to help brighten up the park.

A GlassHouse love story

'Us' is a delightful show performed by Luke and KJ from Norfolk-based GlassHouse Dance, and which simply and effectively plots the time-line of a blossoming romance between two young people. It is comic and touching, and performed with a warmth and a feel-good factor that draws an audience in. Starting with a few simple placards and strategically placed bunches of flowers Luke and KJ have soon attracted a spellbound crowd of Saturday morning shoppers. They prove just as popular in Chapelfield Gardens, where every show stays spontaneous and works to each location and audience.

Bureau Detours have been present in Chapelfield Gardens all week working with discarded pallets to set up a construction site for their DENNIS Design Centre. Over these two days the remaining pallets will be crafted into benches, tables and chairs by the team of carpenters and artists, ably assisted by super-volunteer Richard, and involving Mums, Dads, children, and anyone else from the Garden Party guests that cannot resist the lure of a power-tool or the smell of sawdust in the morning. It is amazingly popular, and as stewards we are charged with managing expectations from those eager to participate. We can only allow a few participants onto the site at any one time and, once in, their enthusiasm and creativity often results in a slow turn-over. However, for the lucky few there is the pride and satisfaction in having built something that is functional, if not particularly easy to carry home on the bus.

On the Sunday we are back on site, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I did get to see both shows last night (see separate blog entry), but resisted the temptation to stay in the Spiegeltent until it closed at 1.00am. Sometimes one just has to manage one's limitations.

B&B - DENNIS style

Today I am allocated to the Highly Strung team who are presenting three performances of their show 'Urban Astronaut' - our role being to make sure that no-one is hit or run over by a spaceman suspended from what looks like a film studio gantry crane as it makes its way around the park. We are also asked to manage the audience for Far From The Norm, a hip-hop theatre collective who are performing their football-inspired show 'H.O.H' adjacent to the ice-cream queue at the Chapelfield Gardens kiosk.

And, in between, we are expecting a performance from the Aurora Orchestra. Conducted by Nicholas Collon, members of the orchestra are due to perform, from memory, Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. This attracts a large crowd, and the timing of their performance requires some fine calculations to ensure that they do not get drowned by the amplified sound systems from any other shows. What we have not calculated for, though, is the emerging bright sunshine which now threatens to dazzle the performers or de-tune the sensitive instruments. There is a last minute switch to the shade of a nearby tree involving the re-locating of the already seated audience, accompanied by a degree of muttering and puttering from those in the front rows, but the performance is undoubtedly one of the most moving and picturesque moments of the whole festival. Quite magnificent for those lucky enough to regain pole positions, but the sound carried right the way across to even where I was standing guard over the discarded instrument cases and jackets of the orchestra members.

Aurora in the shade

'Urban Astronaut' is a street-theatre performance that is more about averting environmental disaster than it is space travel. The astronaut is propelled through the park attached via a harness to a large crane, representing his search for answers. It is a journey through Chapelfield Gardens that also has the potential for members of the public to be accidentally kicked by a revolving space boot, or hit on the head by an 80kg steel beam. After successfully negotiating a tree, a mini roundabout and a bandstand, our hero chances upon a young girl tending the plants in a post-apocolyptic space station. Fear and distrust makes way for mutual recognition and respect as the astronaut realises that the young girl holds the key to survival. It ends with a message of hope, and without the need for St Johns Ambulance. It's a great show with a relevant message to deliver, as well as providing a spectacle that seems to attract kamikaze photographers and one or two of the parks regular rough-sleepers, but we complete three shows without injury or incident.

Urban Astronaut - Mad Max Meets A Space Odyssey?

'H.O.H' - Head Over Heels? Half on Half? Hand Over Hand? or Hash of Hashes? (The last one is a computer programming term - you'll just have to trust me on that one). Either way, it is a high-energy dance show performed to a soundtrack of hip-hop beats, football commentary and political soundbites that takes the theme of a soccer match as the basis for its journey. Far From The Norm use an enormous amount of sporting energy and observation from the terraces to recreate an allegory of how tribalism and multi culturism still impact on our social, sporting and political lives. I loved the part when they got all the young kids involved, although having spent twenty minutes making sure that they were all safely behind the lines, it was equally reassuring to see everyone return obediently to their viewing positions afterwards. I think we were all ready for an ice cream after that one.

Far From The Norm - A Lack of Green and Yellow?

So that was my two days at the Garden Party. In between my specified stewarding roles I got to see a number of the other performers, including -

Motionhouse & NoFit State Circus performing 'Block'. There is no way you could ignore this show. Building a giant 'Jenga' tower out of pre-formed foam blocks that almost reached the top of the trees is impressive in itself, but when a troupe of acrobats climb, leap and hang from it at every stage of its construction against a thumping soundtrack is possibly one of the most dramatic things you will see. Especially when it all comes tumbling down at the end.

Block  - Jenga with a difference

'The Fantastical Flying Exploratory Laboratory' from Les Enfants Terribles is a tale of exploration aboard Dr Latitude's enormous hot-air balloon flying machine. They are on a quest to collect the ingredients for the doctor's magic medicinal elixir. The set is impressive, if fairly static, although the tale is acted out with plenty of movement from a colourful cast. Kids will love it.

'Whalley Range All Stars' have a show based around a model town, complete with houses, factories and hospitals. The story of 'Ye Gods' is one of a chain of events that starts with a bird landing in a tree, and eventually ends with catastrophic consequences. It is a quaint performance, but the show I saw had on or two technical issues, and then ran late meaning the noise from a neighbouring show somewhat drowned their gentle sound effects. A pity. A little bit weird, and a little bit surreal.

'Elsie Dragon', the fire breathing steel sculpture from Paka resides inside the Spiegeltent garden. Not a show, as such, more a continuous installation, although control panels attached to the barrier fencing allow you to control the head, tail and wing movements of Elsie.

 Elsie in the Spiegeltent's designated smoking area

The only show that I did not get to see was Corey Baker Dance's production, 'Phone Box', although I saw the red telephone booth, saw the artists limbering up, and heard the mobile phone ringtone repeatedly throughout the day. Memories of Trigger Happy TV.

One last surprise for me, before heading off at the end of my shift. I am asked if I can make up numbers for stewarding tonight's performance of 'Belonging(s)', a three act promenade piece performed by Tilted Productions, and also involving some of our volunteer team in participatory roles. I have to report to the Event Manager at Epic Studios in Magdalen Street, where the first act of the show is performed prior to departing to the outdoor locations. This is the final one of four performances to have been staged over the last two days, and an audience of about one hundred persons watches the first act before being led through Anglia Square shopping precinct, down some side streets, past a garden filled with old ladies knitting, and finally to the mural-laden location for the final scene. It is a story about memories, but uses analogies with the production of old gramophone recordings as it explores themes of migration and change. A nice touch at the end is the gift of a vinyl recording of the production's soundtrack for each and every audience member who provides a completed feedback form. If only it was always that easy to get those back in such numbers!

So that was my Garden Party for another year. There is just about time to find something to eat before returning to watch a performance of Lawrence Bradby's 'Pedal-Powered Car Chase' back in Chapelfield Gardens. No, it is not a Festival soap-box derby around the park's perimeter tracks, but a performance piece powered by eight bicycles linked to a generator that powers a film projector. A montaged selection of classic car chases from famous films like Bullitt and Ronin is preceded by an introductory ecological monologue via megaphone, then accompanied by a two-piece percussion ensemble's twilight soundtrack.

Twilight pedallers in Chapelfield

Meanwhile, over at the Spiegeltent, Elsie continues to spew forth her hydrocarbon emissions in her own inimitable steely way.

Rather than worrying about mixing my metaphors any further, I head for the bar and order a well-earned pint of Ghost Ship.

White Lines, Smoking Men, and Green and Yellow Shirts - The Chapelfield Garden Party with Norfolk & Norwich Festival

If there is one event within the programme of the Norfolk & Norwich Festival that is really dependent on the weather, it is the Garden Party in Chapelfield Gardens. Now before the shivering maids, and anyone else who has had their crow's feet frozen off over at Felbrigg theses last few weeks, have a go at me, from an audience perspective a little bit of rain and wind considerably adds to the elemental authenticity and power of WildWorks' 'Wolf's Child'. However, nobody enjoys standing around watching jugglers with wet balls in a downpour.

Last year's weekend event was held in glorious sunshine, and although I spent much of it inside the Norwich Puppet Theatre, constructing dinosaurs out of scrunched up newspaper and lolly sticks, my enduring memory is of enjoying a leisurely pint of Adnams from the Spiegeltent bar, lying on the lawns in the sunshine with some fellow volunteers at the end of our shift.

This year, whilst it may not be a heatwave, the forecast is looking good, and a mixture of blue sky and fluffy white clouds greets me as I turn up for my Saturday shift. Originally I would have been scheduled to work right through to the close at 5.30pm, performing a range of duties including the completion of Customer Satisfaction Questionnaires (CSQ's), and some Festival fundraising. As it turns out, I will now only be approaching visitors to get some important feedback on audience demographics, and reaction (good and bad) to the day's events. Which is an excellent excuse to approach anyone listening a radio, or checking their mobile telephone, and get a score update from Carrow Road. For today is the second leg of the Old Firm soccer match between local rivals Norwich City and Ipswich Town. The winner progresses to a Wembley final, and a chance to play in next season's Premier League.

Over the next two hours I manage to get a clipboard full of completed surveys, and still keep abreast of the football. Most people are quite happy to provide feedback, although as it is still only the beginning of the first day, it is possibly a little too early for them to have formed a representative opinion. Some are quite happy just to chat, and a few moments spent engaging with the public is always good PR. Only a very few treat me with the contempt normally reserved for a timeshare salesman, and a few that have already been asked several times already by other volunteers are beginning to show signs of their patience being tested.

Two advantages of a shift that finishes at 2.00pm are, a) I get a chance to enjoy the rest of the day, saved from having to point out the toilets every two minutes, and b) my son, who has driven up from Hampshire to watch the football, can join me for a pint of Adnams Ghost Ship in the Spiegeltent bar. Before he arrives, jubilent at a 3-1 victory for Norwich City, I get a chance to hear the wonderful House Gospel Choir perform from the bandstand, prior to their Spiegeltent gig later in the evening; I marvel at the choreographed juggling from the Gandinis; I am mesmerised by the strength and fluidity of Company Chameleon's street dancing; and I am bemused by Plungeboom's 'Smoking Man', a gentle ambulatory comedy performed by Ben Faulks (CBeebies' Mr Bloom).

Gospel House Choir

Gandini Juggling

Company Chameleon

'Smoking Man'

After that, it all goes a bit pear-shaped. We enjoy the Adnams hospitality until the bar ends its afternoon session, then adjourn to the nearby 'Sir Garnet' for a couple more before ordering a taxi home. Leaving the motorbike in the city seems like a sensible idea.

Day 2 - Sunday. The son and I are up like larks - he has to meet friends for lunch in Cambridge, and although I have until 11.00am to get myself back to Chapelfield Gardens for a full day of stewarding. I am dropped off back in the city centre just after 8.30am! Plenty of time for a stimulating cup of coffee to re-ignite the brain cells.

Kat and Lewis give us our volunteer shift briefing - just to check that we have not forgotten where the toilets are, and that we remember how to deal with a lost child, then we are assigned to our roles. Four of us are posted to the main performance pitch and bandstand area, where we will get to watch both performances by Gandini Juggling and Company Chameleon whilst at the same time attempting to keep the audiences behind the demarcated lines of white tape. We also have to protect the sound equipment on the bandstand from over-enthusiastic children, often encouraged onto it to dance by their parents.

The jugglers perform on dance mats, which have to be unrolled and swept before each performance - cue more inadequately supervised children whose parents seem to think that the dance mat arrives courtesy of Tumble Tots, whilst the street dancers, obviously, perform on the street. We still have to sweep the area thoroughly for them, in order to remove enough the smallest of potentially sharp stones. White tape is again used to attempt to keep the swept area clear before the performance, and, to be fair, most of the audience remain stalwartly behind it during the actual performances. In between, local folk band Feral Mouth arrive and perform a rousing set on the bandstand.

Feral Mouth's singer Jape

The weather remains bright and sunny, and the afternoon is a great success. There is one lost child (who is quickly reunited), one minor injury over by the café, and a couple of concerns over anti-social behaviour, but these are inevitable at any large-scale event, and the Festival organisers have plans in place to deal with all these eventualities, so that the audience experience is not in any way compromised.

There is just enough time for a quick pint at the end of our shift before dispersing. I am safe to reclaim my motorcycle, so head off home for a quick bite to eat, and a change of t-shirt, before heading back to Norwich Arts Centre for the Festival's Sunday Night Beat Club with local jazz band, Mammal Hands.