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Farmer Phils and Muddy Thrills at the Galtres Festival.

It is the end of August and I have been to two more festivals. The sun was shining for Farmer Phil’s Festival¬†and it was dry enough to sit down. Rob was there with his dog, as it is one of the few festivals you are allowed to take a dog too. I took a disposable BBQ and when it was very late and the bands and big noises had gone quiet, I got out my torch and cooked sausages in the dark.

 

Last weekend I was at Galtres Festival and I forgot to take my wellies. It rained all the way there and cars were being towed by a big tractor out of the deep mud that got on my clothes and in my shoes and round my ankles and everywhere else.… Continue Reading

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Transmitters.

Bye bye Bellmont, farewell Winter Hill,
Transmitting telly signals, to fill our lounge with thrills.

So long Crystal Palace, ta ta Winter Hill,
Pontop Pike and Emley moor and associated transmitters of the independent television network.

Everything went digital and you’re now in the past,
The switchover has killed you and now you’re just a mast.… Continue Reading