Bungay Balls Up 2025
The laid-back juggling convention returns from Fri 16 May (6pm) - Mon 26 May 2025.
Week tickets £135, day tickets £15.
Under 18s (accompanied) £75 week (£10/day).
Under 10s free.
More details at https://www.bungayballsup.com/
Flyer: https://www.bungayballsup.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/03/BBU_2025_A4_RGB-scaled.jpg
Facebook event: https://fb.me/e/4wIYBLv99
Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1277227212314095/
#BBU2025 #bbu
Mïark’s comment in another thread makes me realise that no-one has posted the Juggling Edge link for #BBU2025, so here it is: https://jugglingedge.com/event.php?EventID=6253
Adding yourself there as an attendee (with your name optionally hidden until after the event) helps give the event a small visibility boost, and takes just a couple of clicks…
BBU 2025
A lot of cats. Some would say too many.
The usual croquet madness.
Watching kite fliers get it wrong, but not interfering. Watching boomerangers get it wrong, and not being quick enough to interfere, thus seeing a rang get snapped.
New people coming. Good news, ultimately, for the convention’s future.
Off-site visits - the good ones involving second-hand books or ice cream, the bad ones less so.
Ice cream van visiting the site twice.
A new location for Aged Bouncing Corner.
Sharing good news with good friends, over good food.
Trying out a new project with a microphone, and the general joining-in thereof.
A rare visit to the small field. Chairs in the middle of the big one.
Stealing a biscuit.
Pollyanna’s pot repair pics.
Scrabble, cribbage, Project L, We’re Doomed.
Not being too badly beaten at table tennis. Well, not in the first game, anyway.
Rumburgh woods. Birdsong.
A hare in the pylon field, a sparrowhawk, various insects and plants.
A brief, but fun 5-club practice session with Silver, bringing back old memories of Brighton days.
The above being the only bit of juggling I did all convention, bar 10 minutes of kendama, and 5 mins with Russell’s fatheads...
…(probably) because I had the lurgy for most of the week. Urg.
Watching other people’s solo and passing club patterns.
Dressing gowns: You’ll learn.
“Can I just point out…”
Tales of old music gigs around the wood burner.
The convening of crossword club at the second attempt.
Solving some crosswords from a friend’s book over the course of the convention.
Woeful cricket listening.
Almost entirely running off solar power.
Cashing in the poker tourney.
The hand in a cash game where Monte accidentally dealt the flop before the hole cards… which Ron and I decided to play on with anyway. The mass exodus of poker trophies from the van. Ending the week in poker profit.
“The cows are in the car park!”
The stars, the stars.
Picking up the wrong cat.
Coming home to the right number of the right cats. An emotional week+.
Thanks to all the organisers/set-up/down crew, cafe, and host farm!
It was indeed very nice there.
Sharing cake, games, clothes, biscuits, camping gear, hugs, love.
Planting trees in Arboretum, pillaging in Black Fleet (unless you have a card that says otherwise), Courtisans (sic), Odin, Cross Clues.
A fantastic meal out with Sam, Abbi, Helen & Kat at The Locks Inn. Watching the band who were due to play in the evening turn up by kayak from the canal.
Playing 3 games of croquet & keeping each one under 2 hours. Nathan trying to convince people he had never played before.
Time Stories with Sam, Abbi & Robin. Don't press the big red button Abbi.
Passing on the fact that the buttercups were nicer in the next field to people as if I was a spy passing on top secret information.
Another thoroughly enjoyable murder mystery party, nice to have some new people join in the fun. Secretly getting everyone to write a silly message on their hand purely for the benefit of Sam's palm reading character. Some great costumes & stellar performances from everyone especially Andy & his strip tease.
THREE barbecues!
Stargazing in the hot tub (was a bit too close to the light of the marquee for this though).
Trying to channel some Farmer Paul energy & tell a story in an interesting & engaging way for a podcast.
Charity shopping to turn Alex into a nun.
More hares than I have ever seen before, a Chinese water deer, avocets, a swan & her cygnets, dozens of birds of prey, lots of eerie buildings & wartime history on Orford Ness.
Telestrations, again I am so sorry Andrew.
I didn't think it was possible, but there was more cheese this year than last year.
Danny Colyer - - Parent #
The Void wrote:
"A lot of cats. Some would say too many."
I was fortunate enough to see only one cat. Which I would say is too many.
Addenda:
Bugging Charlie for a shed update
Grapes
Curry and Mango Lassi
The book of insults
Photo gallery at: https://tlmb.net/blog/bungay-balls-up-2025/
Thanks for the photos. They made me smile! I approved of the number of cats and ice creams, but was really hoping I'd win that game of croquet.
Hooray for smiles. I can’t remember who won which croquet games, so let’s say you did!
Was good to be there even if we were sleeping off site and were 95% parenting! Next year we’ll be camping again I reckon.
I regret to inform you all that since we got home, I have discovered a Julia Ann Moore poem called “Croquet by Moonlight” which is very terrible. A dramatic reading seems possible, unless the counteroffer is good enough. :-)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_A._Moore
"...in the month of May"!
https://www.poetry.com/poem/24682/croquet-by-moonlight
Well found. "Since 1994, the Flint Public Library has held the Julia A. Moore Poetry Festival to celebrate bad poetry." :-D