Hanging out by the tents having a laugh we found we were sited next to a massive gang of fellow fools from Manchester. These are some of the same bods that played / held stalls at an eclipse festival held by friends of ours.

The chap in the centre is without doubt the best bard I have had the good fortune to meet. He was the storyteller from West Kennet Long Barrow who told two complete Dr Seuess poems of epic length on mid-sommer's eve. His lady is on the left dressed as Xena

crowds swelled

the temperature soared

and we made our way back to the campsite for another party