bassline (Mike)
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« Reply #67 on: September 01, 2017, 06:55:41 PM » |
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I've now long abandoned trying to get there for the gates to open and to be on two or three. I much prefer to arrive mid morning and drive onto four, no queue or fuss. However..... I don't know if the parking crew were beginning to panic about the space left, but unlike previous years, and indeed like others on the field already, where your space meant you could park your car and your tent, one behind the other, I was initially given a spot that had room for my car with about a foot square space behind it, and enough room beside it for a one man ridge tent. Me and the guy next to me exchanged puzzled looks, when one of the crew directed another car between the two of us, leaving me barely enough room to open the car door and, just about, enough room to erect a toilet tent ! Then an adult came over and sent me over to a fresh new line which was infinitely better, and I started to do the thing. A couple of cars together turned up. The folk inside got out, and the steward moved along the line. The woman in one car asked me if I had enough room, I said I guess so, and she promptly moved her car from the opposite side of the one next to mine, and parked it next to me, so that they had a cosy little wagon formation, where each of them could access the boot of their car without getting out of the tent. This left me with enough room for my tent, but not enough room to actually put it up. Having to insert the poles at a really tight angle caused me to put a tear in the loop part - nothing serious, but it will only get bigger each time I use it. I did my best, but unfortunately, at one point the end of my pole scraped along the length of her car. In the end I had to take my partially constructed tent down again, put it up in the access lane, and drag it into position, which wasn't exactly easy and it blew over twice, before I could peg it down. Apart from that, all was ok. As time was by now marching on, and I'd been awake for an hour and a half short of two days, I grabbed a well packed and therefore reasonably priced breakfast roll from the butty wagon on the bridge, washed it down with a pint of cider from the Lion, got my wristband, programme and t-shirt, watched FC Acoustic and Feast Of Fiddles until they played Kashmir and went back to the tent for a couple of hours kip.
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