Dancing at the Bandstand

A day of contrasts!

Liz and June 'kidnapped' me from the stall this morning for a few very enjoyable hours - coffee with a sea view at the Spa, watched some dancing (including the World Famous Hammersmith Morris Men), wandered round the shops, had lunch and did a lot of catching up. Mr M had a VERY late lunch when I finally got back to the stall!

We'd just sat down for a quiet drink in the evening when the mobile rang - a friend calling to let us know that our tent (supposedly a mountain tent) had been wrecked by the strong, gusty wind. She drove us back to the campsite to discover that the middle tent pole had snapped and ripped part of the conduit holding it! Luckily we had a spare section of tent pole, and managed to do a makeshift repair.

After a quick meal we walked back in to Whitby to a music session at the Golden Lion, hoping that the tent would still be in one piece when we got back. By some miracle, it was!