There was no Glastonbury in 2018 (a fallow year) so we, the Glasto boys, opted instead for Festival {No6} at Portmeirion in north west Wales. None of us had ever done this festival and I’d certainly never been to Portmeirian so a treat all round.
I set off early from London in Dave the Smart Car and picked up Andy from Chertsey; the rest made their way from Suffolk. Amazingly we got everything into Dave’s tardist like boot and set off for Rugby where we had planned to rendezvous.
We made it to NW Wales by mid afternoon (a lot further than I’d remembered) and parked up the cars in the park and ride and then loaded with all our camping gear got on the transfer bus to Castell Deudraeth and the campsite just outside the Portmeirion village.
Tents pitched we set off to explore the village and festival venues before grabbing a beer or two and some very yummy street food.
The festival, with such a varied range of bands, venues, films, performances, classes and exhibitions was, whilst perhaps musically not the best, intriguing and the location made it special.
The grounds were beautiful, with footpaths that wound their way up into the woods and down to the beach.
There were secret dance venues hidden in the trees and the views across the bay were stunning.
You can see why people come and holiday here in the hotels and cottages that make up the village.
You couldn’t escape references to the cult 60’s series, The Prisoner, for which, in part, Portmeirian is famed.
Mr Tim Burgees (The Charlatans) put in an appearance which was very sweet. He did a little acoustic set in the village.
This all added to the atmosphere as we immersed ourselves into the festival.
And Suggs too, but sadly he was going way too fast in his golf buggy to stop and speak to the likes of us … tee tee.
Another cracking Glasto boys weekend over we set off home on the Monday, stopping of course for the obligatory fat boys breakfast en route 🙂
Anyway back to London, to “do London”. Here’s a little bit of London porn to tempt you…
Ha ha, well that lasted for a couple of days and then it was off to FROGOLF, an annual society golf trip to France and more recently Belgium and Holland. This year it was Brugge and Waterloo.
Lovely courses, great food and the Belgian beer… what can I say 🙂 Brugge is a great place for a long weekend. Very historic with many beautiful buildings in between all the canals. I will deffo go back with Sally.
And back to London… periodically we had spotted these green huts around London but had no idea what they were.
They are actually cabbies’ cafes where they can take a break from driving somewhere warm to get a quick meal. They are dotted around London and they also sell coffee, tea, bacon / sausage / egg butties to the public at a very reasonable price. Billy bonus!
The first was built in 1875 and there were once an awful lot more but sadly only 13 now survive to support the supposed 25000 black cabs in London.
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