Waking up in your own bed… sometimes it’s a bit overrated. Maybe that’s just because for the last few days you’ve been relocated to the most beautiful festival site just over the Devon/Cornwall border putting on a series of inspirational events in a tent just next to a riverbank where people are dipping in from dawn til nightfall, tide in or out. Maybe it’s because you got the chance to get pissed with Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall to the sound of Seahawks DJing or listened as Chris Watson presented a new, expanded Greatest Hits of Nature to a packed tent.
Our annual three days at the Port Eliot Festival in St Germans are over, we’re back in London (Jeff wisely stayed on in Cornwall to decompress for a few days) wistfully looking at pictures and wondering how many sleeps til the next one.
We’d like to thank everyone who came, sat in on a talk or jumped around to a band or DJ. Everyone who came and said hello to us – wondered how we were so recognisable then remembered the programme had a picture of us all in. We’d like to thank Ruth and her team at the bar for keeping the wheels oiled, as it were. We’d like to thank all the people who talked, who played records, who played in bands – we really couldn’t have done it without you. And we’d like to thank Cathy, Peregrine, Louis, Mathew, Katherine, Simon, Rick and Shelly for having us back and making it so absolutely brilliant. We will update properly with pictures as soon as we upload them all.
So, back to reality. Still, at least the cat looks glad I’m back. (RT)