Monday 27 July 2009

I'm back from a grand day out at the Big Tent festival yesterday with McFalls and Michael Marra, playing two sets, one indoors and one out. It's very much a local festival, and the great food on offer makes it a bit like being at a farmers market in a big muddy field, where there happen to be a couple of music stages.

I'd loaded up the harmonium and driven about 300 yards away from the house, when I looked down at my feet and realised that my shiny shoes were rather inappropriate for the day to come, so I turned back, and it's just as well I did, as within 10 minutes of arriving my boots looked like this ...

For lunch it was hard to choose between local cheese, spit-roasted beef, arbroath smokies, or ...

Insert your own joke below, or watch this one. Oddly enough, I didn't see them get any customers ... but the sign made me laugh all day.

Here's a glockenspiel's-eye view of our line check ...