Shrewsbury 19 - 27 Aug 19

Rather than go home between the Western Motorhome Show at Malvern and the Shrewsbury Folk Festival, we decided to hold at Oxon Hall Caravan Site, just outside Shrewsbury. At peak time, with a  serviced pitch meant a big cost,  but we decided we needed  a good rest between events and paid up. We didn't really get up to much, particularly as the weather had decided, at last, that it was August and perhaps it should really try and warm up, so on Monday we just set up and relaxed.

On Tuesday we took the park and ride bus into Shrewsbury/Shrowsbury and wandered around this lovely city. She tried on a puffa jacket in the Cotswold sale, but decided it was a bit big so she didn't buy it. We lunched in the Wetherspoons (we know how to live) then headed back for more relaxation. 

The Quarry

Percy Thrower's Garden

Ebeneezer Scrooge's grave

Strangely, she received an email offering a further 15% off of Cotswold so, on Wednesday, we went straight back into Shrewsbury to try on the jacket again. That 15% made all the difference - and it fitted!

Oo-err!

Thursday we did absolutely nothing apart from wander into the Co-Op to reprovision ready for the Folk Festival.

Friday morning at very early o'clock we drove the short distance to the showground to get into place before all the squeeze-em-ins tried to pitch on our bonnet. We found a lovely spot next to a couple from Harlech (although they weren't Welsh) and cooked breakfast, then wandered in to town to collect a pair of trousers from Rohan that had been ordered. Back the short distance to the festival and then the music started - and didn't stop until gone midnight on the bank holiday Monday.

Saturday was a good day. England absolutely stuffed Ireland, so the cross of St George had to be raised and a whole day was spent in glorious warm sunshine listening to some excellent music.

Swing low, sweet chariot

Sunday started with watching some Morris men cavort about the place then sitting around sweltering in the hot sun watching band after band and drinking lots of real ale and cider to stay hydrated.

Queuing for the showers - glad we have our own on board.

Desperately seeking any shade whatsoever.

Monday was even hotter, and dustier. Everything was covered in dust thrown up by vehicle movements over the bone dry tracks. Still, the music was good and the Jamaican Chicken Curry very good indeed and the partying went on until late in the evening. Even better, England beat the Aussies in the Test Match. What a great weekend this was turning out to be.

Tuesday, it was packing up to go and a bit of time spent trying to get rid of some of the dust from the van.