Back from Festival at the Edge, and it feels like I have ventured into other worlds: the world of the Festival. The whole living under canvas thing (which in my case I did not do), wallowing in mud, mingling with ageing hippies in pony tails eating vegan food, walking in colourful village high streets offering crystals and palm-readings and exotic garments and other alternative stuff. People with tame birds of prey and others recreating Iron Age life (what the Archers was like when it began). Giants walk abroad.
You can see some of the pictures I took on my FATE page
And not forgetting the reason I went: the stories and the storytellers. Some of them fabulous.