There are some things in life which can dampen your spirit, never-ending wetness wasn’t the only thing as you could hear the rain on the tent roof. I was dying for a pee. But that was not the only thing that wasn’t good, something else wasn’t right either. In fact the situation as it turned out sucked.
It looked like I wasn’t going to the eggy bread van this morning and had to start using the bacon I had brought along.
Al and Zoe cheered me up and before you know it
I too was no longer wearing my cowboy hat.
And off into the jungle went the three amigos.
we make our way across the soggy adventure land which now began to get that soggy feel.
we visit the wilderness stage
Which is not just wet.
I am ready though for a front spot seat.
Disappointingly though the crowd begins to turn up.
and Zoe had decided that her hat is not water proof enough.
The band come on and there is singing, there is noise, there is atmosphere, of wetness, wetness and more wetness.
As it happens we leave when the act is over and head to the woods to find cover. We don’t. What we do find is and all day disco.
Some wet furniture,
and some wet spirit of what the hell.
And so we start to get into the wet grove.
Life is better with a sombrero.
Unless of course it has begun to get bigger from soaking up the water.
Only then does wearing shades also help.
After our day time dancing session we head into the wet fields to play games. Here we have a giant Kerplunk. And as it happens we are more excited about it than the organisers, who spirits we lift as much as our own.
The game is on, the concentration, the gawping, who will loose, who will win?
Of course that took it all out of us so we went to the mean time bar to have a beer, or two, or three. Besides it was dry under their roof!
And for the moment we could see the grass still.
With wet pants, wet socks we head back to the tent to get changed. But the truth is whilst I was less wet I was now more muddy. It was a nice mud though, a floating, wet mud.
We arrive back in the arena and the grass is still here,
just, in places..
We have some Scotch eggs and walk to the main stage.
Alan and Zoe are very excited about something.
Are we early I ponder or has everyone gone home?
No there are a few festival goers still here!
Alan and Zoe tell me that its wetter at the Kendall Calling Festival.
I don’t believe them!.
So this is it then. Big night entertainment.
P.S.B. which to me means Pet Shop Boys, though these are The Public Service Broadcast.
I never heard of them, a sheltered life and all that, and yeah this is great stuff.
Love the light and love the music. and for a moment I forget, how wet it is, I forget where I am.
Then the band ends so the next one can be on. I head behind the press tent, I’m following someone who looks at me, I look at them and say “I’m here for the same reason your here”. They grin back and before you know it I’m back with Alan and Zoe.
For them the Jungle is about as exciting as P.S.B., for me they are questionable.
They do have a nice light set up though.
They end in brilliance and so the world calms down.
the atmosphere of the night settles to the pounding disco music in the background.
And even in the pouring wetness romance is not dead.
and for Alan we have a treat to end the night as we leave the stage.
we head to the Whisky tent, not that me or Zoe like whisky, but on this occasion
We all enjoy a tipple before heading to the sanctuary of our warm cosy sleeping bags.