” Between lightening and thunder three seconds the gap, A warm candle glow keeps this wood room from black…
As the rain pours down in the yard. Rain, a most haunting sound”
Martin Stephenson – Rain
And a disappointing soundtrack to the Glastonbury of the North, fast becoming the Henley’s Regatta of the North-West.
Are we daunted? Is the spirit of D Day spilling into Saturday? In parts.
The scouts climbing wall is now a wet n wild Alton Towersesque ride, the smell of the great food is now mixed with that of wet dog and the shops in the village, with their roofs and all are packed but the spirit lives on.
Don’t forget the “Spot the Weekend Tram” competition. Winner bags a Unicorn.
As Ian Astbury told us, “I love the rain. Here it comes again. I love the raaaaaaaaiiiiiiin”.
Rain – Martin Stephenson and the Daintees
Rain – The Cult