We woke to bright sunshine and a warm day. Amazing to think we have to mention this in the middle of summer, but there you go. Couldn't have been better for the festival either. We popped across to the stalls and picked up some fresh baking for brunch - croissants, pain au chocolat, etc, were all there so we got our fill of pastries. C and M were coming in to have a few hours looking around with us. When we all headed over we discovered that all sorts of fair rides and booths had been installed, there were bands playing, dance groups dancing and so on. The footbridge to the other side of the harbour was closed just as we got there: apparently they were concerned it had too many people on it, the implication being it 
might collapse. I reckon if they had made it one way traffic only they would have been OK, but perhaps an engineer knew better. Anyway, there was plenty to do on this side without bothering to walk around to the other. M had a great time on the rides - another slide, the spinning tea-cups, face painting and so on. Then we sat down for lunch and watched Salsa dancers, and a (showing my ignorance of current musical terminology here) bloke who sang to the accompaniment of electronic samples and mixes. The latter, unusually named Kid Carpet, came complete with a swag of groupies, mostly under 17 
I'd guess, and appeared to be well known to Bristolians of that age. C and M had to leave around 5, but J and I stayed on until the sun disappeared and it started raining again, around 5:30.
might collapse. I reckon if they had made it one way traffic only they would have been OK, but perhaps an engineer knew better. Anyway, there was plenty to do on this side without bothering to walk around to the other. M had a great time on the rides - another slide, the spinning tea-cups, face painting and so on. Then we sat down for lunch and watched Salsa dancers, and a (showing my ignorance of current musical terminology here) bloke who sang to the accompaniment of electronic samples and mixes. The latter, unusually named Kid Carpet, came complete with a swag of groupies, mostly under 17 
I'd guess, and appeared to be well known to Bristolians of that age. C and M had to leave around 5, but J and I stayed on until the sun disappeared and it started raining again, around 5:30.J whipped up a delicious dinner from fresh stall-bought bits and pieces, then after a bit of a rest we headed back in to town. We were off to see the highlight (for J) of the Festival -- the fireworks display. The rides were still up and were very colourful in the night, even if the rain kept most people at home. We could here a band playing across the harbour, butagain didn't bother to go over. The bridge was still closed even with fewer people about. Instead we found a 
good position to see the display, and stood there waiting for 20 minutes. Of course, as soon as it started some arse came and stood right in front of me, blocking much of my view.
good position to see the display, and stood there waiting for 20 minutes. Of course, as soon as it started some arse came and stood right in front of me, blocking much of my view.
Click here to see more of the Festival photographs. I've made a new post for the fireworks.
1 comment:
He, he! 'some arse' must have been a 'big arse' to block your view... I guess that's whay you didn't ask him to move his arse some. ;-)
BTW Mrs Anonymous sure knows you well...
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