First lurve

Over the river, round the bend and up the hill there's a funny little village called Isenbügel, where, every September they have a weekend of festivities.
It starts with Friday's Blotschenball (a night of beer drinking whilst trying not to be permanently deafened by a dubious cover rock band) Saturday is a day off (presumably to rest the liver and allow the recovery of hearing. Sunday is a church service in the marquee followed immediately by clog dancing by the kindergarten and grundschule kids.
I've never been to the Sunday clog dancing before but this was the last time little L would be doing it and so I thought I should take the opportunity...
Considering that this event has been taking place for years and years years I was surprised by the organisational chaos, the words 'piss-up' & 'brewery' came readily to mind. But it was fun, although it would have been hell with a hangover.