I’m a bit late with this one, but before it fades into the dim distance, just a quick mention. The build-up to the picnic in a Tockholes field was rain, rain and torrential rain. Consequently the field was awash and Farmer John offered up his barn for the occasion. What an evening! The rain came down in torrents just as we left home and the wind blew us away, but the barn was snug and warm and beautifully decorated by the usual team of helpers. A few fairy lights and the odd floodlight helped brighten the darkness, it was magical. Then the band started. Wow! Their reputation had preceded them and boy were they great! People were on their feet immediately, including the several teenagers, young children and geriatrics including myself. It was the best fun you can imagine – and certainly the best real barn dance! The first time ever that I’ve spent several hours dancing in wellies – and they were so unnecessary as the barn was bone dry. There was even a livestock trailer for the smokers!
the Glastonbury Head Umbrella almost Blows Away