Day 9, Cropredy
Today marks the official start of the festival, and people have been processing onto the site all day. The village is now heaving with people, and a number of stalls have been set up both there and on the festival site, enabling us to quickly satisfy all our stripey patchwork trouser requirements. Truly, this is a place where stripey trousers, cowrie-embellished hats and a wide range of beards can be worn without fear or irony. I’m amazed there’s anyone left in Lewes.
Baz is loving it and has two new pairs of trousers, a shirt and a splendid hat. My boating hat is very much in the right vein and, I venture to say, outdoes the rest.
The day started with rain, and us sawing off the padlock that was put (I will not say by whom but it wasn’t me or Baz) on the back slide upside down, meaning that the keyhole was underneath and we couldn’t get the key into it. It sawed off with frightening ease and quietness. We had a lovely evening yesterday at the Brasenose Arms with Mike, and did indeed meet Megan; and we were back there at lunchtime in lovely sunshine to listen to a band in their garden, after collecting our wristbands and touring the village. Then onto the field as soon as it opened to spend all our money on sartorial enhancement.
Sebastian and I also got interviewed by a young man called Tim in a rather startling white suit for BBC local TV, on account of having come to the festival by boat. I thought we’d be safe and wouldn’t have to look at it ourselves, but later discovered that Baz will find it on the internet.