Tall Ships, Height of Disappointment

Well Blyth, that was a bit crap... You would think an event celebrating the visit of a bunch of tall ships would have the tall ships as the focus of attention. Not so here, with funfairs trying to out-blare each other; even rides within the same funfair playing different scream-if-you-want-to-go-faster tunes. Most of your attention is then diverted to making your way through the intense swarm of people, while trying to view the ships is hampered somewhat by them being distanced from the crowds behind barriers, with the smaller ships seen as nothing more than a collection of masts, the main body completely and utterly hidden from view.

Getting on board anything floating is limited to a couple of hours window in the middle of the day, with queues stretching to an hour or more. And Park n' Ride buses rammed with yammering cruise-ship-loving southerners and equally whiney brats and Yorkshire terriers.

By the time we'd had enough (didn't last long) my sister and Joss had also decided the same and were already on their way home. So after fetching our car we started off improving the day with a stunningly good Ploughman's Lunch at the Northumberland Arms in Felton, before popping by Sam and Joss to drop off some birthday presents, and see various family members.

Home. Gin. Beer. Pork ribs. Last episode of the Get Down. Processing the rest of the wedding shots from yesterday.