It's the last day and I groggily haul myself off to the shower at about 8:30 in the am. Disaster strikes! It appears that the whole field next door has heard about our nice shower and has been using it so much that the tank has over-flowed and it is all locked up. I have to wait until the water has been drained away, then find the Keeper of the Key to get clean.
Once I am clean and fed, I grab a friend and venture out into the colourful fields to start the final day...
SUNDAY
Sergeant Pepper's Lone-
-Ly Hearts Club Band, we hope you
Have enjoyed the show.
Not really, guys - Dub side of the Moon and Radiodread were amazing, but this is just crap! Even here, where they love this sort of thing... This Beatles Reggae just doesn't work.
Whatever you want,
Old men rock out their classics
Lazing in the sun.
Third time for me now,
The music suits the sunshine
All relaxed and smiles.
Synchronised salsa
Is it creepy or well done?
I forget the moves.
The top of the hill
And 2-Tone Madness prevails
The field is jumping
He's a bit boring
Very shouty and tuneless
But Ade thinks he's great.
Some mad punk fellas
Their children playing along
Mostly Entertaining
Fire Show
Tonight the whole show seems to work like clockwork, I avoid getting flamed in the face and even the big lit-up heart at the end works. The crowd is huge, too.
They shout boom boom pow
Not good like they used to be
Too dancey, less rap.
A mixed bag of nuts
Ingenious comedy
Oh look, here's the rain.
And it really does pour. The amazing Mundo Jazz play on our stage until about 1:30am, then the second they announce that it's the end of the festival, the heavens open and we all run for cover. We head to the Green Room for the last night's celebrations. There is a band called Kangaroo Moon playing a kind of crazy psychedelic folk rock dance music to a frantic and appreciative crowd, desperately trying not to think about going home tomorrow.
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