Fabulous pictures from Photo Point of the Beltane 2015 Processional Drummers rehearsing in the Bongo Club, Edinburgh, with some bonus (gloriously bizarre) wordage from the group…

There was a Processional Drummer
who did not know her sticks from her beaters
her back to her front
or her left from her right
so she decided to take both and think about how
she was going going to manage with it. If only she had known
it would eat all her avocadoes
And then it would eat all her jelly babies
So she shut it in the garden shed and went for a walk.
On the walk she met a goblin
He said: “would you like to travel the seas?”
“Why, of course! But first, I shall have to polish my port-hole, for it is dull!”
“But Holmes!”, I ejaculated
He sighed, and wiped off my creamy white indignation with his silk handkerchief.
“Don’t worry”, he said, “I eat asparagus
every week. No child goes without in my gaff.”
And with that she picked him up and stuffed
a stalk in his mouth. He chewed it up and spat it out in her
face and then planted a kiss square on her nose.
Suddenly, from each point of their visceral
and eviscerating contact a tree spouted, flowered,
instantaneously bearing fruit.
Sadly, we are all born in sin, and the fruits of sin are
death. Every one died without finding out what was going on,
which is only appropriate as none of them had ever
understood it before either.

See more rehearsal and preparation photos in this album on the BFS Facebook page.

_{Photos (from top) by Bleu Hope, Gyorgy Papp, James Illing, Milan Chudjak and Neil Barton.}