Home Is Where You Park It

We're back from Camperjam, filthy, damp and dying for a shower (of the man-made, plumbed-in variety).

Our 1979 T25, Gilbert 

Yeah, there was torrential rain, the mud made the trade stands almost impossible to get to and the headline act (legendary local ska band, the Beat) pulled out at the last minute due to the "adverse weather conditions" but we still had a blast.

The sun even made a brief appearance between the downpours.

I could show you the wet, soggy and damp conditions but if you're a Brit you won't need reminding of our crappiest Summer for over twenty years so here's a few snapshots of fabulous VWs, their inspiring interiors and a dog show instead.

The Volkswagen scene is unpretentious and open to all. Whether you drive a vintage bus, an imported repro or a brand spanking new model; if you use a VW as your daily ride or it only comes out of the garage for shows or even if you just admire them and drive something else entirely, it really doesn't matter, everyone is welcome to join in the fun, unlike many of the other "scenes" I've read about, there ain't no snobbery here.

It was mostly too wet to take pictures during the day (I'd have needed an underwater camera for that) so they're mostly from one of the three entertainment tents during the evening, hence the cider-glazed eyes. 

Despite the wet it was surprising humid, unlike last month's No Direction Home festival.

A Sassy Vamps hair band takes the focus off bedraggled locks. I made this frock last week, intentionally ultra short so it didn't get wet beneath my waterproofs and avoided too much mud spatter.

Jon bonded with a Labradoodle named Barney.

Sunday was dry and sunny, what a difference a day makes.

Thanks a million for all the lovely comments you left on my last post, I'll be over to visit you just as soon as I've dealt with the pile of mud and rain-soaked clobber festering on the kitchen floor.

See you soon!