DINNER
Welsh Spring Lamb Cutlets
New Potatoes
Cabbage from t' Garden
Courgettes from t' Garden cooked in butter

Walnut Dream Ice Cream

Wayell, it was 4 nights of loitering within tent at a mostly muddy festival, but hey, it was worth the effort for the good bits in between the showers. I arrived on thursday and put up my 5 person tent next to Brenda and Gra's tent. They had roped off an area for our little group, so we had plenty of space, unlike those campers who were touching guy ropes in the rest of the cramped camping field.
Yes, there were quite a few bands, but only one really memorable one called The Amigos who were brilliant. We had to work as stewards for our ticket, which was a 6 hour shift on saturday and a 4 hour shift on sunday. Luckily, Brenda and I worked our shift together. So here are some snapshots of The Workhouse Festival......

Spending 6 hours on saturday checking wristbands on the bridge that was the entrance to the festival. To stave off boredom, I would occasionally shout out 'hands in the air! Show us your wristbands', do I hear yeh?' At which point the crowds would yell out 'yeh' and stick their arms up to show their wristbands.
Well, I thought it amusing anyway.

On duty in the healing area, standing with Brenda next to someone receiving a 'Gong Shower' healing. The tones, harmonics and vibrations that came from the large gong were pretty spectacular. We were both quite high on the sounds as well as enjoying some strong sunshine.

Dancing to The Amigos, holding my bottle of water, like a real clubber!

Reading my book in my spacious tent with the sound of rain pattering, feeling pretty chilled.

Looking at all the stalls, selling stuff that was unique to festivals, you know, jewellery, hippy clothes, artwork, musical instruments. I bought Mr A a pressie from a gorgeous Greek silversmith. It was a fossil made into a pendant with a thong to wear around his neck. It was quite masculine, as he wouldn't want to wear anything too 'prissy'.

In the cabaret marquee, watching different acts. There were comdedienes, acrobats and jugglers along with musical acts. Not all the acts were good.....some were funny though.

Managing to erect my tent before the rain set in.

Managing to pack up to go home between showers.

Meeting and chatting with new people, including a lovely policeman who was giving out cuddles!

Being truthful though, I've got to say I would have enjoyed it more if it hadn't have rained so much. I took party clothes, but ended up wearing jeans, wellies and a rain mac most of the time. It got very muddy, though not quite as muddy as last year, where lots of cars had to be towed out. Muddy enough to make walking any distance tiring as each foot lifted with a squelch from the mud, which seemed to want to suck boots down into its cloying depths.

As I was packing up, I started chatting to a guy who was also packing up. Seems he needed a lift to Welshpool to catch a train. In return for him helping me pack up my tent I gave him a lift and had a pleasant time listening to his tales of travelling in China recently. He sat with his muddy boots inside a plastic bag, a very considerate young man!

Whilst away, the chicks had escaped! Mr A found them sheltering in the courgette plant next to the run. They had escaped through small holes at the bottom.
Yesterday, I saw one of the chicks riding on Broody's back! I don't know how it got up there, but seemed to enjoy the ride! I didn't have my camera, curses! It would have made a great photo.

Right, the dinner's done, Mr A is up the garden, shutting things up for the night, so I'm jolly well off...