People familiar with my increasingly sporadic blog will know that at this time of year I am usually busily waxing lyrical about the annual Gloucester Rhythm & Blues Festival (see last year here and here)
This year, however, I have been strangely quiet on the subject.
There’s a reason for that: I have missed most of it.
I only have myself to blame really. Well, myself and the camper van.
You see, when we were in discussions about buying The Van with No Name*, one of the selling points to get my agreement was that it would mean we can go to music festivals.
Having secured the van, therefore, I rushed out to get tickets to Upton Blues Festival, which I had wanted to attend for many years. Shortly thereafter, some friends persuaded us that we should go to Ramblin’ Man Fair, so we got tickets for that too. Only later did I realise that:
- the festivals take place on consecutive weekends, and
- they coincide with both weekends of the Gloucester Festival.
Drat and bother!
Still, such is life, and that meant I got to see three festivals in one week. Continue reading