It was pretty muddy when we first arrived at our big field in Kent. So much so that we wondered if the show would ever happen, but the organisers managed to drag everyone on who couldn’t get there under their own steam. Our porta loo was even dragged into position. (yes we are upper class campers that have got to the age where we rent our own portaloo rather than brave the public ones!) Wellies and brolly’s were the order of the day. (Thank you Niece for my cute brolly)
But at last the sun did appear, just in time for the paying public to burst through the gates. Sometimes I wish they would keep those gates shut. Too many people.
I spent my time wandering the miles of stalls (mostly green greasy metal or dead-mans clothes) aka ‘blue’ stalls. But this year there was a definite upturn in ‘pink’ stalls. I got (thank you Mr D!) some 50’s style dungarees that I have been lusting over for years. Photo shoot to follow
We had dancing lessons on the lawn….
I spent an afternoon watching the dancers in the marquee..
Once again they had The Jive Aces every afternoon
various friends arrived throughout the week to join us
Great way to carry your bike!
Mr D and his friend dressed up for dinner….
And we had a bit of fun around the camp too..
We have been going to this particular show for 14 years now and we never tire of it. Roll on next year!