The Meadows Festival

We've had wet ones, windy ones and a few notable summery ones, but today's Meadows Festival must be the coldest one in living memory with early gusts of wind blowing down carefully erected displays.

It was just 10 degrees with a windchill factor of less. It's hard to remember that yesterday was a sweltering 25degrees with wall to almost wall sunshine.
How can that be allowed? Can the organisers not have a quick word with the weather forecaster and arrange for something akin to June the 4th warmth?

Suffice it to say that his Lordship and I went out for a wander round the stalls and ended up doing a power walk to keep warm. We intended to have an ice cream, but instead bought a bag of fudge to take home to have with a warming cup of tea.

We have a very big marquee for bands right outside the Dower House, and have been surprised at how little we have to be involved with the music once our door is shut.
However at the moment there is a large steel band in the tent 'gieing it laldie', and the rhythmic thump thump is beginning to be a bit irritating.

At the same time, the adjacent fair is going strong with the waltzers and other stomach churners in full throttle, while 100yards away looking a bit surreal, there is a serene cricket match taking place.
And we have a grandstand view, whether we like it or not.*

I was torn about what to post as my blip: the table of sunglasses so annoyingly irrelevant, the old guy dressed up in a kilt and army jacket asking all and sundry for a £1 for a cup of tea but at the same time buying up a lot of tat from various stalls, or this wee boy having fun with a hula hoop.
The hoops won mainly because they cheered up the scene.

* and I have to say, a grandstand view of the beer swilling males who use every conceivable tree, wall or caravan as a public urinal despite the extra portable toilets which are gracing the site.