Determined to post photos...

[byslantedlight]

...cos I went out yesterday especially to take some with my new camera... Of course I also went out to go walking around a national nature reserve, but that didn't happen either and I ended up briefly at the beach... *g*

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[byslantedlight]

It looks like the Vulcan was zapping around the country yesterday, going from show to show, I'm so chuffed to have seen it! Big and glorious indeed... *g* As for Charmouth, I didn't mean to go there, but I couldn't quite find the NNR when I got to the right village, and then I found myself on the road to Bridport, and then I thought well, I could at least glance at the sea and see if there's a spot to park around Hive Beach, but I got to the roundabout turning, eyed the queued traffic, and took the turning back into Bridport itself instead... *g* Actually I had a brief wander there - it's a very cool town, I've decided, cos not only did I spot a Waterstones, I found two other bookshops without even trying! And then I ended up on the Charmouth road, and thought I'd see... it seemed a waste to get so near the sea and not even glimpse it... *g*

I guess if you're at the festival then you're not looking for peace and quiet, and of course you're not - it's just that when your desire for noise-and-fun affects other people's lives for weeks on end (bad enough, days on end...) to the point that they seriously consider paying money to go and live somewhere else for a while... well, how d'you reconcile that with any kind of thoughtfulness for other people (which I always thought was what Christians were supposed to be about...) I just don't get how the organisers can think that's okay - or what the people who live even nearer the showground do for the six weeks! Mind you, I've never been able to listen to music whilst I read, and lots of people can, so...

[snailbones]

Oh lordy, yes, the traffic round here is a nightmare; plus we get at least one really bad accident every week somewhere between Lyme and Dorchester, and with no alternative routes, the whole bottom end of Dorset more or less grinds to a halt... which is why I always carry a book, bar of chocolate, blanket and bottled water... and that's just to go as far as the supermarket!

Six weeks of noise is way too much. I used to live smack in the middle of a 10 day festival, and while I loved the change of pace, very much more and I'd probably have got inventive with a meat cleaver *g* Six weeks? I'd be grinding my teeth by now too.

[byslantedlight]

It always throws me that there's really only the one route down your way - though I tend to veer off and go on little tiny roads when I can (which sometimes mean I end up about two inches from where I started when I tried to escape the highway, but oh well - the middle bit's usually fun... *g*)

Landlord just told me that the Christians are off home tomorrow - so I guess their website doesn't give the right dates even. Gargh! I tried using it to find out when they were going to be playing stuff really loud and late so that I could escape it if I got really desperate, but they don't actually have a schedule up, so that's no help... On the bright side, I suppose it's still them, rather than some other mystery source that might go on even longer...