Bruce's journal (original) (raw)

What a nice weekend.

Lounged in the sun at the Cambridge Folk Festival without stress, bother or indeed, a care in the world. Mike (Ogg) turned out to be a fine spinner of tales, the music, though not extraordinary, was well-received and my beard managed to get itself interviewed by the BBC.

A customer's machine room caught fire over the weekend and my boss, who was also at the festival after I persuaded him to come along, took a call about it whilst stood at the front of the crowd watching the main stage. The relaxed atmosphere must have taken its toll, his response was "Phone the fire brigade" and then he went back to the music.

The only slight sad note is that the Indian bean tree we've camped under for the last few years (and which provides this post's icon) was felled earlier this year after succumbing to disease. However, we found ourselves a spreading horse chestnut, lit it up with glowsticks and wished the very best to the new shoots already emerging from the bean tree's stump.