I could hear the rain on the tent again. Not good.
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.
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.
Luckily we were all wearing wings!
So the steam in the camera lens and the floor awash with a slurry of water and mud, we went paddling in a direction.
Yep thankgod for those wellies!
In tranquil land things weren’t quiet as bad, yet anyway.
and the butterflies flew around merrily.
we stopped at the sanctuary of a band stand and
a full orchestra playing as if we were going to get as wet as the people on the titanic.
What we didn’t realise at this point was they were right.
Remember the rabbit from last night? So do I vaguely.
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.
I had no idea where we where to fly off too next. But I did hope it was somewhere dry.
That didn’t involve water
or boats. Although Alan believed he had saved the day.
We left the boat, a bad choice in my belief and went in search of the KLF, or that what I believed.
We looked high, we looked low.
But they didn’t know where to find them.
the swans probably had the right idea, swim for it.
Instead we went in search for mud, or more mud.
And here at the main stage we found less mud.
So this is where we stayed. For some reason there wasn’t much of a crowd.
And when you heard these guys play, you couldn’t work out why that was.
They got people dancing,
and wiggling there toes, in their socks, in their wellies.
Even Alan tried it out.
It wasn’t long though before Nack decided it was time to find Supergirl.
And low and behold there she was. Nope I was not dreaming, she just flew in. right in front of my eyes.
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.
We found somewhere dry in the end to rest our butts,
where we could remove our wellies,
in this small world, small tent, with small people, with small love.
a passion for music and an idea that someone
would like hot chocolate in a real mug. that being me.
Whilst Zoe dreamed of being somewhere else,
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.
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.
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.
For a moment I saw grass.
and then mud once more.
Okay lets return to base and get dry and have a nap maybe.
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.
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!
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.
we heard more music, that wasn’t tappety tap, of rain on the tent roof.
But the voice of one so beautiful that she didn’t realise it herself.
Zoe suggested the best course of action would to be get pissed.
as it happened.
she was right!
And things began to take on a different dimension.
Ah back at my favourite spot, apart from its now muddy, damp and wet.
we watch some fiendish entertainment.
Before moving onto the main stage to watch someone I have never seen before..
They were called White.
And they had one hell of a passionate drummer.
and whilst I liked them a lot.
Alan and Zoe didn’t.
So they left.
Missing out that not only was he wearing 80’s white jeans, but also white boots too.
When they ended I was excited to have their CD put into my memory bank for latter. and with that excitement over
I went in search of Alan and Zoe but only after the firework display.
the bright lights in the sky and where Alan introduce us to the
Psyhcomeida coloured stage and some
hellish awful heavy metal music that was as nasty as the mud we were standing in.
Luckily the meantime bar was right next door. As a bonus this offered
whiff waff for those who have drunk enough. Apparently we qualified.
Our playing was so good, we got an audience. An audience that,
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!
We venture to the big wheel and the toilets, they were the nearest to the Mean Time bar.
And then back, but apparently there was no more time for whiff and waff.
We needed to get to the lost woods and quick.
To this day I’m not sure why.
Then some Bearded musicians came on. Somehow we were at the front.
into the grove.
and with that we realised, its gone 2am and the whole place went quiet.
To bed then I guess. I understand tomorrow will be sunny and warm…..