' Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.'
Saturday, 13 September 2014
I've woken up this morning with body parts aching that I didn't know could hurt. It must be all the dancing that I did last night! That ska band were a bit brilliant as were Mad Dog McRea. I might have initiated a whole bunch of people half my age into the fine art of Curly Wurly jigging!
Not for me the obligatory English hobby of weekend car cleaning. Louis, Red Mel, Salty Dog (fresh from her Menorcan exploits) and I are at the Cornwall Cider and Music Festival. One for the annual calendar I think. This is my kind of festie. Small, great music and lots of different apple based beverages to try. What's there not to like?