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It's the annual Youth Summer School and I've been drafted in for the first time to teach song and song band workshops.

There are some striking and very individual voices here which I've no doubt we'll all be hearing from over the next few years, though most of all it's very cheering to see almost a third of the 120 requesting a place in ensemble song arranging classes.

I confess, the 25 talented folks in the song band that myself and
fiddler are leading, is stretching my musical agility to the limit, with a D/G melodeon, a set of Northumbrian pipes and an alto saxophone to incorporate into a wheen of fiddles, concertinas, mandolins and voices.

But it's all coming together very nicely for Friday's concert in .

My main source of low-level stress today, however, has been the mention of some kind of folktastic Harry Potter-related cabaret skit tonight at the student concert, involving all of the tutors, some rather more enthusiastically than others let's say.

I think the premise is that Harry leaves on The Hogwarts Express from platform 9/8 (cue for some slipjigs) and that Draco Malfoy is a thrash metal guitarist and enemy
of folk music.

In reality, our Mr Malfoy plays Northumbrian pipes, which in the absence of any banjos to insult appear to be good game (though I think it's largely because the general consensus at midnight last night was that if Draco had shoulder length blonde dreadlocks and
a Geordie accent then he might look a wee bit like Jez Lowe's Bad Pennies band mate ).

The role of Ron Weasley was, alas, destined for Armagh-based flautist
, he being the only red-head on the team.

And for obvious accent reasons, I believe it's been a battle between Sarah Jane and
myself for the role of Minerva McGonagall. I think I won, though it's
hard to feel particularly flattered. Still Sarah Jane is quite happy. Apparently she's always wanted to be a snitch.