Saturday, July 25, 2015

Mud Appreciation

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I could hear the rain on the tent again. Not good.

 

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We got up had breakfast and put our glad wags and wellies on. A dampener of a start, but we looked good with it. And for a moment the rain stopped.

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Now I’d like to say the walk down to the festival area wasn’t that bad. However, once there we were quick to find high dry land.

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Luckily we were all wearing wings!

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So the steam in the camera lens and the floor awash with a slurry of water and mud, we went paddling in a direction.

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Yep thankgod for those wellies!

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In tranquil land things weren’t quiet as bad, yet anyway.

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and the butterflies flew around merrily.

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we stopped at the sanctuary of a band stand and

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a full orchestra playing as if we were going to get as wet as the people on the titanic.

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What we didn’t realise at this point was they were right.

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Remember the rabbit from last night? So do I vaguely.

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then suddenly it occurs to one of the musicians. Oh no we are all going to drown! if only we had thought of wings too.

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I had no idea where we where to fly off too next. But I did hope it was somewhere dry.

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That didn’t involve water

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wild animals

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or boats. Although Alan believed he had saved the day.

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We left the boat, a bad choice in my belief and went in search of the KLF, or that what I believed.

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We looked high, we looked low.

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But they didn’t know where to find them.

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the swans probably had the right idea, swim for it.

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Instead we went in search for mud, or more mud.

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And here at the main stage we found less mud.

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So this is where we stayed. For some reason there wasn’t much of a crowd.

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And when you heard these guys play, you couldn’t work out why that was.

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They got people dancing,

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and wiggling there toes, in their socks, in their wellies.

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Even Alan tried it out.

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It wasn’t long though before Nack decided it was time to find Supergirl.

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And low and behold there she was. Nope I was not dreaming, she just flew in. right in front of my eyes.

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When I get back to Alan and Zoe they think I’ve made it up. I haven’t though, one minute she was there the next she was gone.

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We found somewhere dry in the end to rest our butts,

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where we could remove our wellies,

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in this small world, small tent, with small people, with small love.

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a passion for music and an idea that someone

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would like hot chocolate in a real mug. that being me.

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Whilst Zoe dreamed of being somewhere else,

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I enjoyed the violin as if Hattie was playing the same song over and over and over in my my head whilst I had a hangover.

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If anything I felt at home here. Here I could have stayed. But I return my real mug and said thankyou, they had helped warm my heart once more, more than they could have imagined.

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for those who fancied been artistic they had a wall for you, and not one to pee up either. I consider I should write something KFL related, and then realised it would be wasted here and with draw me pen and had a pee. At least my wellies were no clean as I looked down.

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For a moment I saw grass.

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and then mud once more.

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Okay lets return to base and get dry and have a nap maybe.

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And back at camp, I take my wet socks off, put my camp stove in the tent and light it up to get warm and dry. If I died from CO poisoning or the tent burning down, that would only have been coincidental.

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As it happened Alan wasn’t going to let me sleep long enough to not wake back up. More to the point he didn’t want to share my pot noddle either!

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So we left the sanctuary and safety of the camp site and went in each of entertainment, that didn’t involve death and danger of being cooped up in a tent.

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we heard more music, that wasn’t tappety tap, of rain on the tent roof.

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But the voice of one so beautiful that she didn’t realise it herself.

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Zoe suggested the best course of action would to be get pissed.

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as it happened.

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she was right!

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And things began to take on a different dimension.

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Ah back at my favourite spot, apart from its now muddy, damp and wet.

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we watch some fiendish entertainment.

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Before moving onto the main stage to watch someone I have never seen before..

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They were called White.

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And they had one hell of a passionate drummer.

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and whilst I liked them a lot.

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Alan and Zoe didn’t.

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So they left.

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Missing out that not only was he wearing 80’s white jeans, but also white boots too.

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When they ended I was excited to have their CD put into my memory bank for latter. and with that excitement over

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I went in search of Alan and Zoe but only after the firework display.

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the bright lights in the sky and where Alan introduce us to the

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Psyhcomeida coloured stage and some

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hellish awful  heavy metal music that was as nasty as the mud we were standing in.

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Luckily the meantime bar was right next door. As a bonus this offered

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whiff waff for those who have drunk enough. Apparently we qualified.

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Our playing was so good, we got an audience. An audience that,

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had never know what ping pong was, nor ever played it. And to be truefull, I thought she was lying, until she had a go. Then I realised, more life wasn’t quiet as shelter as others!

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We venture to the big wheel and the toilets, they were the nearest to the Mean Time bar.

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And then back, but apparently there was no more time for whiff and waff.

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We needed to get to the lost woods and quick.

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To this day I’m not sure why.

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Then some Bearded musicians came on. Somehow we were at the front.

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Fab.

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Smooth and

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into the grove.

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and with that we realised, its gone 2am and the whole place went quiet.

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To bed then I guess. I understand tomorrow will be sunny and warm…..

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