A Good Story

I was on a bus. Not a Clapham Omnibus - that would have been too easy. No, this was the festival bus at Sidmouth. It was about midnight and the bus wasn't going anywhere. I looked out the window and saw the reason why….

Beth, the lady in the rainbow coat had captured our bus driver. She's a storyteller and was in full flow. Our bus driver (middle) was hopelessly enthralled. On the left was some random member of the public similarly engrossed. As such, a standard hazard to traffic at folk festivals along with Morris dancers and buskers.

We did get back to the camp site eventually but that, as they say, is another story…