<em>We are old, we are young, we are in this together.<br/>Vagabonds and children, prisoners forever,<br/>With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder<br/>Kicking out behind us again.<br/><br/>Vagabonds, New Model Army</em><br/><br/><br/>It was late spring, and the Mayday bank holiday was but a week away, indeed it meant summer was close and that was important to many of the vagabonds, supernatural or not.  It had rained earlier today but that had done little but freshen the air, and by now the pavements were dry again, but the scent remained. It was but a just past midday and the sun though still somewhat pale hung in a now clear blue  sky.<br/><br/><br/>The white walls of the Plough seemed to shine out a little as that sun caught them, certainly something was drawing people towards the place. Perhaps it was the music, the sound of instruments warming up, or maybe it was because they were renowned for their Cider and their Ale, both of which were brewed on the property. The reason didn’t matter though; today at least the Plough had an aura of frivolity and merriment. This small City pub for today breathed yet more life into the City as people began to gather.<br/><br/>Today was an annual event before the true celebrations to welcome summer began, some local musicians and a caller made for an interesting folk dance that any might join in with. A way of calling to the spirits of the summer hoping it would be a fruitful one. Even the non believers still seemed to enjoy the celebration and the tradition.<br/><br/>The majority of those that were beginning to congregate outside were a young, rather motley and dishevelled crew, coloured hair and pericings, bright clothes mingled with those dressed in black, thus creating an artistic display. The scent of leather and petulia merged with smoke and the occasional sweet scent of cannabis. However it had to be said children ran and played and some of older locals sat and enjoyed the spectacle. After all it had happened for a number of years before and there was never trouble.<br/><br/>Old friends and new began greet each other, many had been settled for the winter, and thus old contacts were being reformed. Laughter and chatter joined with the music then, for a moment the place appeared to spark as energies combined to create something very beautiful. The moment passed, as it would but many of those gathered felt it, and somehow many knew this was going to be an interesting festival season, and a part of it started here.<br/>