That’s Us

Sunday Already. And first up, at 11:15, The Selecter and we got right to the front. Strange that. We danced like it was 1979 again. How embarrassing. Especially if we were recorded by the Beeb… ooo can’t wait to get home and look.
But not yet!
We’d a couple of hours to kill so went off via Holts and Avalon to explore block 9 and the schtuff down there before making our way to see Rod. I say see Rod - maybe a bit of a stretch as we’d decided we’d just picnic away up at the back. Certainly heard him, with Ronnie and Lulu and Mick Hucknall. So we moved a bit further forward for Nile Rogers. Did he get the crowd going or what. Everyone absolutely went nuts, just one vast party. We’re all about peace, love and good times quoth he. Amen to that.
Back to the Acoustic stage, our new relaxing place. Those Bootleg Beatles were doing their thing in the tent while we sat out enjoying the last of the evening sunshine. And then the final gig - Roy Harper! Hats off to him. But not straight back to the tent - too many last night spectacles to spectate. We gawped. And then gasped - for air. That walk back up to the campsite is getting tougher each night.