It was late November, the coldest, wettest day of the winter so far. We spent all day working in the icy drizzle and as night fell the heavens really opened. Much of Herefordshire flooded, water sliding across roads and fields, typical.
In the cold, driving rain Festoon was the perfect haven. We shepherded people by torchlight along planks bridging the puddles, through the yard and into the barn. Warm, dry, perry in hand and the first trays of food from the kitchen it didn't take long for furrowed brows to relax and for weary travellers to forget about the world outside. These pictures tell the story of the first winter Festoon.
Photos by Finn Beales and Tilly Parker.