Due
to work , I couldn't get away for this until the Saturday, so
I hooked up with Billy from Dalkeith & District, and we
set off from Musselburgh in heavy rain at 10am. The first half
of the journey was very wet, but the downpours stopped in time
to make it a refreshing day.
Arrived on site and started tenting up beside wee Bob &
Geoff/Minxxy's tents, only to find that the inside of my tent
was all mouldy - not having dried it out since Kelso ! Lesson
#1 learned.
Everything
else was just chucked into the tent , didn't bother unpacking
sleeping bag etc. Then Billy cracked open some Strongbow. Nice.
We took a wander around the stalls and all that, some more cider.
Skolar arrived about 3pm , and was quickly sent off for 'other'
supplies... from here on in, I'll have to keep referring to
the photos , as it gets a bid void in my head. One of those
flash back memories where you remember 15 seconds of something
odd , and you try to piece them all together.
I'm
presumming I enjoyed the do at night, wee Bob's lad did a DJ
slot - bloody good too , good crowd , good atmos,and then when
that finished, Skolar manned the decks in the small marquee
for an all night session, before we knew it , it was about 8am
and people were packing up and going home... but hang on...I'm
a 41 year old guy, getting on I know, and I need my sleep !
Lesson #2 learned.
So I thought I'd tackle taking my tent down, and the mouldy
thing was packing up nicely until every one of the inner elastic
strings inside the poles snapped. Still being pissed probably
didn't help.
So
there I am, tent down and in bits , still steamin' , medication
worn off, immense tiredness now kicking in... fuck it , I'll
just pack up anyway. Strapped my unused sleeping bag to my scoot
and swerved my way across to the cafe for a black coffee.
There's
some more scary stories to tell about the first aborted run
home (which lasted 90 seconds) and the real journey home - but
they're best kept for around the campfire.
I'm
not proud of myself, for that, gonna get hurt one day if that
carries on. Lesson #3 learned !
It
was a shame Gary had to miss this to go to Glastonmuddy, but
the ability to shoot through at over 70mph with Billy was ultra
good.
Also
thanks to Wee Bob and the rest for keeping an eye on me, and
it was good to meet up with some of the lads from the Lowlanders
- who have booked our band for Wigton. Also hello to Martin
from Glasgow who I met up with again in the "all-nighter
marquee". And to all the hundreds of people I've invited
to stay over at my gaff for the Coast 2 Coast on July 20th/21st...
and I know it's a few... eh ... see you then I suppose :?
Ali
went spare when I arrived home with no tent... (again) so I've
to stay in next weekend to pay for a new one.
But
anyhoos , a top day & night, good company (always a laugh
with MaDGE , Minxxy, Gary & Linda) and if I pissed anyone
off than I'm sorry, what can a guy do ? :)
A very special hug and "sorry" to Tara for pinching
your CD's. Thanks to Billy for the chummy through and Jean also
for the booze.
Anyways
... here's some photos , and there's now a video opposite too
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