We’re nearly there, we’ve nearly done it, the end is in sight, come on troops one more day and we’ve made it!!!
The Ashes Day 4; the day dawned bright and sunny, it’s going to be another hot day – we’ve been blessed with good weather, a hot a sunny bank holiday weekend in the UK, something that doesn’t happen too often – in fact, if I dare say it at times it was too hot. There, I’ve done done it I’ve achieved that great British tradition, a moan about the weather!
While I consumed excessive amounts of caffeine to prepare for the day I was informed the Motorhome had a flat tyre, now, bearing in mind the Van is a six birth 24ft long beast of a thing, changing a wheel is likely to be challenging! The first challenge was to find the jack a wheel brace, having eventually found it, and Roy having found a suitable bit of wood to but the jack on I set to it.
The rest of the campers went off to watch the Ashes version of just a minute – although I did say they should go and enjoy themselves while I sweated and swore! I am now going to claim bragging rights as I did it, I managed to change the wheel by myself, I am now officially a mechanic, bring it on!! After my second wash of the day and getting changed I could treat myself to a beer and enjoy the rest of the day!
I missed Millstone Grit, and Aye Vee, well, I’d been busy, it was sunny and I had beer on tap!
I did get to see Spam, who were great, an old school punk rock covers band, playing the Clash, Rezillos, and Only Ones, to name a few. Kept me very happy anyway, then again what do you expect from an old Punk Rocker.
Excitement of excitements it’s time for the Blyth Power fete! Stalls are set up by the festival punters raising money for charity, there’s Russell’s brilliant second hand book stall, always worth a root through. The tomboys of tat, I had a go but lost twice so not happy – I wanted to win tat, or was it the scrumpy Nikki had her eye on? Anyway, no contest, I DIDN’T WIN, not that I’m bitter or anything. Judy was selling fairy wings and bunny rabbit ears, I will confess I didn’t buy any. And a multitude of other stalls. There was also an impropriety performance by Spuke, an acoustic Ashes supergroup, three amazing musicians driven along by the amazing Nigel (8 C) on spoons, and Wob on vocals, this could be the start of something great!
We watched the dog show, but didn’t enter this year, we decided to lie fallow, we don’t want to win everything!
Missed the village sports, the thrilling tug of war, the sheer anticipation of the egg and spoon race, and the unbridled excitement of the three legged race. As we decided to get some grub, and throw rubber burritos at each other!
Then it was time for more music – music??
Will Gosling, a guy with a great voice who could actually play guitar, I think he got the wrong festival!
Missed Boy in a Cupboard, perhaps he’s still there, although hopefully someone will have let him out, as that would be mean otherwise!
Jerry Hellfire up next , tales of the Wild West sung with a West Country accent – perfect!
Lying Scotsman next, I will admit once I’d heard the hedgehog song twice I snuk out as I ‘allegedly’ needed a wee!
Listened to the skiffle bastards from outside the tent as it was a lovely evening with the stars in the sky going on forever. The skiffle Bastards were another Ashes supergroup, with a maniac on harmonica, and Devon cowboy on guitar and vocals, and 8 C on spoons!
Then the main event to finish the night Blyth Power playing one of their albums in full – this time I think it was Singles and B sides ( it had to happen!). The good thing about this performance is the book that is published with the full lyrics and stories behind the songs, leading to a jolly sing-a-long!
Fire POI, and fire pit time, the fire pit is another unique Ashes experiences, we sit and chat once the “music” has finished, while people pass around bottles of various alcoholic concoctions, the commercially made ones it may be safe to sample, but I would wholly recommend avoiding any home made potions, they can be deadly!
And so to bed – at last we made it to the end, it’s 2am on Tuesday at the Ashes, and we’ve made it alive to the end of this sorry tale of misadventure and debauchery. We all go home tomorrow and pretend it never happened, the only trouble is, we’ll do it all again next year – WHY????