Car boot sales in Little Britain

If you want to by a car boot you go to a car boot sale. If you want to buy a car boot sale you go to a car boot sale sale. And if you want to buy a car boot sale sale you are just being silly.

Rogues Gallery

Blonde in the first degree?

What I did in my holidays (Part Nine - To A Gig in Aspatria! Woho! Not even the locals know how to pronounce it)

So, I bid my Friends at Pardshaw merry part and merry meet again. Was counselled against going via Maryport aka Scaryport. Turned out to be good advice… Scaryport station is the smallest in the world…. Likesay best avoided.

Think this is the Solway Firth.. and on the other side is Scotland…



Made it to Aspatria



So, stuck my thumb out, with hitching sign saying “Solfest please dude!” almost first van stopped. A lady from Bedlam Boudouir, saying they were at Solfest to run a munters bar.



Here’s some bluebells… well of a sort.



I checked in, my name was on the right list, how organised! I got my tent up. It was dry and had relatively little hassle and plenty of time to explore a bit and chill before the Stewards briefing. Here is the legendary Drystone Stage under construction



Here are some Scottish mountains on the other side of the Solway Firth. Pretty sure about that one. Solfest is named after the water that separates England from Scotland, where England ends and Scotland begins or vice versa….



Here is a lovely steward directing some lovely traffic



And here is Crimestoppers Terri!



Here’s Crimestoppers again



Perhaps this is the Army.. not sure which one though lol



A sign!



Site art



A view of the site



That hitching sign



The stewards await briefing



Polite. What a capital idea!



We do earnestly desire seek and wait



Man in skrit addresses the proletariat



Close up of Chris the site manager briefing the stewards



Festi to festi….



Meet the new lollipop man…



Stop! In the Name of LoVE!



Hippies crossing



Here come lots of happy people….



… to a Big Solfest Welcome!



Here is the welfare altar.



The Love Fairy tends the altar



The love fairy doing the love patrol!



The morning after…



A steward disapproves…



Cumbria loos arrive…. Turns out that it is a big job emptying the portaloos. Apart from being an experience.. the exquisite kosmic khazis at northern green are just so civilised!!!!! Solfest portaloos are the next best thing festi wise…..



A happily engaged couple!



A hardworking steward on the graveyard shift has a well earned rest



Meet the new lollipop man!



Ah Saturday night at Solfest. Fancy dress….



Looking at the main stage



Happy hippy campers I think



And the 4th solfest brownies… they’ve grown….



Here they are again



A splendid firm!



Noooo nooo



Here’s a mum and daughter team come as stewards



A one-man-band



Another view



The parade!



The parade continues….



And continues….



All the way from Kazakhstan… Borat!



Craig David from Bo-Selecta gets his come uppance….



Ello my little rubiks cubes!



The Queen of Hearts



Solfest!



The Dance Tent!



A rat with a pet…



The pub landlord…



Dunno mate….



Chas ‘n’ Dave!



Where’s Bin Liner?



Chas!



Dave!



More stewards



Tains list



The crims put in an appearance. A splendid firm….



This was a tricky pic to get….. my camera is tricky to operate in low light… can sometimes get a pic but requires the subjects to be relatively still…



Action at the Drystone Stage



For the love of the Goddess…



The knitting knoras. Called on them twice but they didn’t even say hello…..



A one woman band



Here she is again



Some funny folk in florescent hi vis jackets



Somewhat related I think



Dunno mate….



Viking!



Decorative…



Well dressed chap!



Solfest bites the dust…. We head home… but we all had a great time!!! Party on dudes!!!!!



Spent most of the day getting home after a pretty early start. Getting my tent down was a bit more tricky. Oh well at least it had survived. This was as it turned out my last festi of the summer….. Spent most of the day trying to get out of Cumbria on public transport on a bank holiday. Still made it…..

Back to Blighty….



Magick Chair! No really, it just materialised at the bus stop on the way home….



Likesay not one of my best blog posts... but hey nobody reads it lol. Sweet dreams! Must head back to my tipi.