First of the season

After a few hours of falling out with Cheeques as his rackety engine failed to crank into movement, and after several trips to a dodgy car battery shop in Rusholme, and after being rescued by our super helpful chum Miss Bull we finally hit the road to chug it far up north to the tips of the bright green Lake District. Time for a festival, the first of the season. It was good to be plodding about some mud again + speaking to happy hippies once more.