The look of 'oh no, dad's got the camera out, in my face!' Or words to that effect!
Eldest is staying with us for a while, which is good company and a great help with locks to do after this week. Richard was really pleased he had created a 'Boatman's Cabin' in the butty, perfect temporary accommodation for Martin.
A quiet start to the show on Sunday
A steady Saturday began the best weekend we have had so far in our festival calendar.
The oil can, in the foreground, speaks volumes... Actually it belongs to the engine on display, right.
WW11 re en actors digging in
Loads of stalls in the showground
The showground again
The Baptist Chapel - where and others had breakfast both mornings!
View from the winding hole. No, that isn't my husband on the left! I had to look twice!
There he is! On the left I mean!
Bit narrow where we were, and a bit busy at times!
View over the canopy into my shop. If you look carefully, you can see the Cheese Boat next door.
The old warehouse, now posh flats, alongside the canal.
So we had a great weekend and Sunday, we enjoyed the sounds coming from the wharf of Rapskallion, an Australian band playing what sounded like Irish folk music but with a steam punk twist, a bit Pogue'est, if you know what I mean. It was a fab afternoon and we were properly wiped out by the end of it.
Then as fast as everyone arrived, they left........
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