White horse

Most of our clothing dried out overnight, leaving just a lot of mud on our boots. We ate a good breakfast whilst listening to the merry chatter of the young things in one of the other bands who'd been on at the festival last night - "This orange juice is just too citrus-y". Give 'em ten years and they'll all be something big in the City, said wise old DaveH.

It was back to the site to do a solo set, starting around 11am which is  somewhat earlier than when I generally feel comfortable singing. Still, it seemed OK, and several old friends appeared - it was lovely to see them. Then we rapidly made our excuses and left, northwards. We stopped at the new (to us) Gloucester services (v cool, but also v crowded) and then soldiered on  till we got home, apart from swapping driver occasionally and stopping at Tebay for the traditional visit to the farm shop. 

PS For pie completists, we observed that not far from the site of Pies - this is your time on the M6, on a similarly green painted bridge but for northwards heading traffic, the slogan was simply "VOTE  PIES". And shortly afterwards, we overtook a small car that had a sticker in the back window reading "No pies are left in this vehicle overnight."