Fifey I, along with our 3 dachshunds, travelled down to Englefield House, just outside Reading last weekend, to 'help' at the FF.
Welcome to Reading... as Ruth's graduation was thursday night at Newcastle University, Fifey I travelled seperately, as there were paintings to deliver, time problems etc, Fifey set up camp on the Thursday came to fetch me from the train on friday, having struggled to find a safe place to park the truck with 3 precious doggies, on a hot day. Parking on double yellow lines under some trees, even in a secluded spot was a mistake,even though he left a big note explaining 3 dogs needed to be in the shade. A humourless warden wrote out the ticket while watching us walk towards him, seemingly enjoying his 'catch'. Although I was keen to discuss the matter see if negotiation was possible, Fifey was more keen to get in drive away. I think this is a clear difference of the sexes. That was 70 on top of the 102 I paid for my train ticket..
Apart from that, the festival was fun. I was involved in some of the displays, mostly involving walking round the main ring in fetching jodphurs green jacket with a falcon on my wrist, pretending I know anything about the subject.
Fifey's camping pod was a huge success. I had resevations about sleeping in a glorifid coffin for 2, but we were comfortable, dry and both slept well for 4 nights!