August – September 2023. Somewhere on Cranborne Chase.
An eleventh End of the Road for me, though 2022 was a bit traumatic with Dad in A & E on the first night. This is the festival that re-fired my interest in modern music in 2011, an interest unexpectedly picked up by James. Here he is, supervising Mrs RM’s construction of the day tent. We’re so middle class now.
Close inspection of the ordnance survey extract suggests that while the tent is in Dorset, the actual music in Larmer Gardens happens just over the border in Wiltshire, with Hampshire staring edgily a few miles east.
Simon will remember this area from the time I taxied him across the Chase to the Sixpenny Handley tap, except as it was his sixth pint of the day he probably won’t.
One very good friend was missing this year as the legend that is Newbury’s Tim Thomas couldn’t make it, but other regular friends were present and correct.
I’ve never eaten peacock.
I’ve never eaten alpaca, either. Alfie and Baa Baa were happy to guard the van and admire the sunsets.
I think they might have been a bit scared by the noise and bright lights.
Good to be back, particularly as Thursday’s rain gave way to the Indian summer of the weekend.
But what of the weird music and murky beers I hear you ask.
retiredmartin 
James looks a lot happier on last year’s photo. Perhaps you need to up your game and head off to Burning Man next year!
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Word Press seems particularly inconsistent at the moment, so to clarify the anonymous comment was from Kentish Paul!
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@timofnewbury says
Thanks for shout out! I was there in spirit!
NB Cranborne & Larmer typos spotted.
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I’ve missed you checking these, Tim ! (and a certain Canadian). You know, I instinctively knew I’d added a “u” in Cranborne, but Larger is odd. Posting at midnight, bad idea.
Yes, you were very much missed. If you can access the EOTR forum on the Festivals you’ll see my comments assuming you can work out who I post as.
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You mean you’ve never knowingly eaten.,.
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I never ask…
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“I’ve never eaten peacock” but I’ve eaten in the Peacock at Bakewell when it was a Wards pub.
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I’ve drank there, in the dim and distant past. 😊
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Pubs called “the Peacock” haven’t been that great in my experience.
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Except for the Peacock outside Elland Road.
AndyH
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Also known as “Bielsa”, says WhatPub !
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Are those tree colours what Dick and Dave experience in New England during what they call the Fall ?
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More likely they’re what Americans experience after hallucinogenic drugs, and I don’t mean 6 pints of Sarah Hughes Dark Ruby.
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