the cambridge folk festival

a sedate affair

lots of guardian readers. many of them didn't seem particularly interested in the music. but they were all quite relaxed, as long as you didn't stand on their blankets

we were impressed by the pancake stall man. he made pancakes all day and all evening. he looked knackered by the end of it. but i suspect the cash he's made will console him.

cb1 hooked up with the big girls and covered herself with henna tattoos

cb2 went circus feral. he spent half his worldly wealth on some poi (things for twirling round your head - if you're good at it. things for smashing against your head - if you're not)

we were a bit surprised when a lady with elf ears mistook me for a folk singer's sister