Having a mega amount of hassle getting there due to traffic everywhere. Rerouted as the stacking process was underway in the M20 as the cross Channel Tunnel was shut once again with no border crossings. The rain poured and poured not letting up all the way there. After battling the elements we eventually arrived at our selected camping pitch.
Being a fussy madam Miss Bus was back and too in the space till she was parked up level precise on her pitch. ( Anyone wonder where my son gets his OCD from. )
After at drink at the bar we turned in for a comfortable first night at the festival.
The sun began to shine as we had our fill of breakfast. The only complaint I have of the camping where the toilets and the showers. They we porta loos, most people who know me know I am unable to go in enclosed spaces after the motorcycle crash I had many years ago which results in nor only broken bones but a terrible fear of being trapped. After one attempt of the ports loo which included an hypo attack I wouldn't go in again, luckily there was the cricket club and park loos to go to. Also those toilets where fairly gross another reason for my OCD germ buster. Every time Simon ventured in one I attacked him with anti bacterial wipes and spray.
Thankfully most of the fair made up for the phobia of the dreaded toilets.
The fair was really good we wandered about in the Saturday stopping for little rests in between the bands.
Sunday the bands where a treat to listen to. Blue Pills, Solstar ( an Icelandic group with long flowing locks, music was really good ),
Seasick Steve was amazing what a funny hillbilly guy. After searching for Simon I found myself at the front near the stage with a great view. The tall blokes let a little person through so u could see. As Seasick Steve jumped off the stage he patted my mitted hand as he passed. It was a great show which even though I couldn't find Simon we both enjoyed.
As the acted finished and the crowd dispersed Simon popped up in front of me.