day 2. festival goers breakfast.

but by the time we got to sit down in front of it, the beans were cold. i crammed some down fast and mainlined tea til i felt normal. this was after spending an hour trying to boil water for tea on the rapidly emptying gas camping stove. i dashed off to the portaloos only to return to find my tea had been fed to carpetbiter1. my morning tea is not a moment when maternal self sacrifice comes easily....

little d refused to go in to the early bird singing workshop which meant that we discovered the puppet show. we loved it so much that we went back for the next show. meanwhile big d drummed. oh. check us out with our groovy festival-going ways.

more pies and pancakes, a bit of bagpuss, ice cream and back to the real world.

big d left to rave, mr skaterg1rl left to read harry potter on the train.

kids poured in to bed. me and georgie girl poured ourselves in to some wine.