Here we are at our berth in Cropredy Marina in semi electronic isolation. This is how people live out in the sticks I suppose. The phones don't get a signal, the TV can't find a station (big Boo 'cos it's the Olympics) and the internet signal is pretty poor, so no photos in this blog. Actually, while typing this, I'm not at all sure I'm going to be able to post it.
Our entertainment this weekend comes on the breeze. The Cropredy festival is on, about a quarter of a mile away, perhaps a bit more. With the wind in the right direction we can hear the acts pretty well. Last night when Madness were on stage it was very gusty, so their music came and went, as if someone was trying to tune a radio. Most of the time it was OK, occasionally good reception. Anyhow, I thought they were really good (and I am
pretty very picky when it comes to bands). I should have liked to have been closer. Tonight we get Steeleye Span (with mostly new members so I'm not too hopeful) and the Bootleg Beatles who I have seen before and I know they are excellent. Tomorrow we get Ralph McTell and of course Fairport Convention. Do you get the idea that this festival plays to an audience of a certain age? Let's hope the wind is in the right direction. We might stroll into the village today to take in "the fringe".
Our WOWBoys volunteer team has been receiving plaudits for the work we did at Batchworth last weekend. People are easily impressed it seems. Sometime soon the London Towpath Rangers will be holding an event showing one of the boating papers (I forget which) what we do, so look out for us, except I won't be there on that day, 'cos I'll be away.