The Day After!

Backwards back blipping! So this is the morning after - blustery and cold and everyone the worse for wear! At some point the electricity went off and our Hobbit Hut ( attractive shed!) was cold, not helped by the wind coming up through a round hole ( ? no idea what for but obviously put there!) and whistling through the large keyhole, as a large key so as not to easily lose it! London Boy had got in at 6.30 and it was now 7.30 and both of us awake and not full of the joys of Spring! My knees ached, dancing maybe? Touch of arthritis?!! As did my foot where it had been trod on numerous times! The thought of showering although pleasant, meant having to take clothes off and that just wasn't going to happen! So trousers over pyjamas, which were over leggings which were over tights! We headed out for food! Egg roll for me, bacon butty for him! Took ages as all the staff had had only an hours sleep and were not functioning particularly well, forgetting orders, hands shaking, eyes spaced! The sun tried to come out, took one look at the motley lots crawling out of tents and stumbling around, and promptly disappeared again! We packed our bags, did two runs to the cars and were off home - another night of wet, squashed dancing and an early start to get London Boy to Truro station monday am was just too much to contemplate! Took 3 hours to get home due to not taking the right turnings, stopped at the coop to get food and after another fry up we both headed for bed! We woke at 9pm, ate, drank, and went back to bed! 
Conclusion - I am too old for wet festivals!!! More photos here!
Saturday's goings on I will report at some point - more highs than lows!