In the Beer Tent

We've nipped down to Priddy for the annual Folk Festival. We do the fringe nowadays, rather than the main event, because frankly the craic is excellent and the marquees in this heat intolerable!

This is my mate Bob. Winning the race by a couple of decades, he's so full of life, wit and humour - he's a joy to get bladdered with! The shirt is more remarkable in real life, and the pockets of the waistcoat could hold anything from a length of twine to a hard boiled egg of indeterminate vintage...

It's so hot, even on the top of the Mendips where there is still barely a gentle breeze. We need that beer to cool down and hydrate... honest guv. In actual fairness to the excellent festival crew there's a drinking water standpipe right outside the beer tent, so I've been alternating Cheddar Valley ales with Adams'.

A back blip now we're home.