Pittenweem Festival Fun
The Pittenweem Arts Festival is a reason all on its own to holiday in this part of the world. Pittenweem is one of the East Neuk villages and is about 50 minutes drive from our base in Kinross. For a week in August at Festival time there’s something beautiful, or interesting, or both to see everywhere in this fab medieval village.
Large parts of Pittenweem are now properly gentrified, especially at this time of year, and there are brightly painted houses and beautiful flowers everywhere, but it still has a working harbour and the fresh fish it produces. The original wynds (lanes) are great to wander in (and puff up!) and make this an experience like very few others. The temporary arts exhibitors occupy Pittenweem’s cottages, garden sheds, garages, civic buildings and portakabins (and even the Harbour Master’s office), which are all simply and elegantly transformed into gallery spaces. Even the tiniest and most unlikely are inspiring.
The place has soul. In between the arts venues, there are cafes, pubs and takeaways, all in great surroundings, where you can get fresh fish, great coffee or ice-cream and everything in between. It’s probably possible to eat your own body weight in cake whilst mooching around. You can eat in, or picnic, sitting on walls, wooden benches, the cobbles or the beach.
The artists will chat to you (or not, if that’s not your thing) and give you an insight into their inspirations and their lives. I’ve spoken to glassblowers, painters, woodworkers, ceramicists – those starting out on bursaries and resident artists of 48 years and counting. You can buy cards, the artwork of your dreams, homemade cake, a handblown bauble, a pair of show stopping earrings, or nothing at all.
You don’t have to be an art lover to enjoy it here – there are also talks about medieval churches, places to picnic, paddling to be done and lots of places to just sit. Many of the little gardens attached to the venues are beautiful in their own right.
Come in your motorhome on a weekday during the festival, park in the designated car park (a big field on the edge of the village with lots of space) and walk or get a bus into the action.
I’ve been here with pals, children, dogs, elderly relatives and on my own, and if I wasn’t Mrs Motorhome, I’d spend the week here, eating lobster and crayfish sandwiches on the harbour wall and watching. Put it your diary for next year.