I wondered what would happen to my readership if I stopped publishing new content during my 4 day music festival on the Dorset/Hants/Wiltshire border.
Pleasingly, still a few people visiting hoping for pics of Old Boys drinking 6X through a straw in Shaftesbury.
We’ll have to hope Mrs RM took THOSE photos as she tours the area from her luxury Salisbury B & B base while I’m confined to unwashed festival life with Baa Baa Toure for company.
Baa Baa has helped me put up my tent and portable chair and reminded me of my commitment to take 4 days off beer as I prepare for Guide ticking ordeals ahead.
Bar a couple at the very start, to celebrate erecting my 2 second tent in less than 2 hours (just), I’ve stuck to water and Flat Black throughout.
To be honest, it’s been easier to skip the beer than in 2019 when End of the Road went fully craft, Vibrant Forest, Electric Bear, the works.
This year they’ve binned off Beavertown, to the dismay of us folk who like Big Corporate beer and love Lupoloid watching Americana in the Garden.
Instead, we get Two Tribes (no, me neither) from Kings Cross and a selection of 30 odd identical tasting homebrew*.
Festival goers, either 21 year old Exeter Graduates called Hugh or 62 year old blokes called John, have revolted, and all I see being drunk is Punk. And 1664.
You can take as many cans as you like in, 132 is the norm. Shaftesbury Tesco is busier than Christmas Eve but STILL can’t shift those cans of Badger Best.
Just as well the music is so good this year. Even without those confessional Americans I go for.
Full reviews of ALL the music to come later. Unless you ask nicely.
*joking. They’re all great. Especially Frome.