Port Eliot Festival day 2. Last night we ended up getting pissed with Dominic West; psychic night fishing; helping to find a giant rabbit in a field (the son of the UKs biggest rabbit we found out after picking him up). We didn’t wild swim (although the folks who were doing it looked pretty damn happy); catch anything (having a rod and line would have helped) or have any AC/DC, Freddie MacGregor or Inspiral Carpets (please don’t request any if yr reading this, we STILL don’t have any). All in all, pretty bloody brilliant.
Day two brings loads of music, readings, more trips to the hog roast stall and a barrel of Tribute with our name on it. See you in the swim.