Limetree Festival, Grewelthorpe, North Yorkshire, Sunday July 26th 2009

Good morning!
We woke up in North Yorkshire, driving around lost and searching for the Limetree festival.
As soon as we arrived we were presented with a mass of bread and meat.

Mike was in heaven, he is the king of bacon.

So we had arrived.

Billy and I decided to go to the local pub we had seen whilst driving around looking for the festival site.

It was further than we had thought, but we enjoyed the country walk.

There it was!!!

The young boy who seemed to run the pub had been sick on his bedroom floor the night before and had only just finished cleaning it up. He was also severely dehydrated from raving at the festival the previous night, but he was a nice lad and we got some ale in.

I was told this pub did a really good Sunday lunch.......
This was a lie.

Mike and some of the others turned up and Mike decided to go for an X-stick which is a poor man's Peperami. It was basically a dog chew. We offered Eggsy two quid to eat it but he declined.

After a few pints it was time to take the country road back.

It was actually nice to be out in the country side.

When we got back we went for a walk around the festival site.

We were playing in the Big Top.

There was also a Hippy Field. I got an Indian Head Massage in one of the Teepees, for a tenner from a lovely lady, which was really good.

There were even standing stones.

Maggot got a full body massage off of this man.

He had to give some details first, his address, phone number, usual stuff.

Some of the boys put on angel wings too.

Mysti and Billy got some Chili from a fire truck.

And Mike had a go at the raffle and the tombola.

He won too, the lucky bastard.

We had had a fun, now it was time to do a gig.

The tent was full.

And the crowd were up for it.

We had a proper rave.

I think everyone had a good time.

After going back to the bus and getting changed we headed back out to the festival, which was now over, to see what was going on.

We ended up at a place called "Pizza Slut" and made some pizza and had a drink.

We met this lady too.

I think she had enjoyed the festival.

Eventually we went back to the bus to drive back to Wales. Some of us were in worse shape than others, but we had had the best weekend.