Festival Time

The great British summer has, apparently, begun. We enjoyed our two or three days of blazing sunshine. Here at Millbrooker Towers this largely involved climbing ladders and slopping paint about in our ribbon like wilderness of weeds and patios. Then, as everyone will have noticed, normality was resumed yesterday with utterly filthy weather. It was almost as if Gigspanner (see http://www.peterknight.net/) had come to play Kingsand again and brought the weather we enjoyed during their last trip to these parts.


This weekend, festival fever has struck at Millbrooker Towers as Wizzers has trogged off to the Malvern hills for what is possibly the most appropriately named festival of them all: The Big Chill.

She'll be seeing one of Mrs The Millbrooker's great heroes, Leonard Cohen, amongst lots and lots of acts that we've never heard of but are popular with the young folk. And probably quite noisy. And damp.

Depitty Dawg has returned from his month in Mauritius (self financed, I might add) only to spend about four and half seconds telling his mum about his adventures before decamping to Maker for our very own three day festival. Apparently he's planning to drop back home for a shower at some point. Maker is shown below during some very un-festival like weather.

Mrs The Millbrooker and I have mumbled to each other about attending a festival at some unspecified point in the future. WOMAD is a distinct possibility as is next year's Big Chill. The fly in the ointment is that we don't really do camping. We're a tad long in the tooth to put up with too much discomfort and we like a proper bed at the end of a day's pottering and music.

This makes Maker more or less ideal as we can easily walk home from there, but Leonard Cohen is unlikely to be making an appearance in the foreseeable future.

Perhaps The Millbrooker-Sis, who conveniently lives quite close to The Big Chill site, might consider putting her kid bro' and wife up for a few days next summer?