The morning after the John Cale concert we discussed our plans for the day. My friend suggested we book another night on the campsite and I could rest and he would walk into town and get some food. But in the end we decided to head for town and have breakfast (pint of Doombar or Newcastle Brown Ale 🍺 with a full English, then catch the train to Nottingham.
I turned my mobile phone on and texted wifey to see if she could book us a room for tonight in the hotel?
We had already booked two nights back in February when my friend found out that Blue Oyster Cult were headlining a festival in Nottinghamshire. I last saw them in 1988 on their Imaginos tour and wouldn't miss seeing them again for anything.
Wifey text me back saying she had booked and paid for the same room that we could stay in for three nights without moving but she had to pay by card they would not accept cash payment by my good self. No-one seems to want filthy lucre in England anymore. My friend assures me this is a Southern thing and there are no problems paying cash in Lancashire when he goes back.
It was good to know we would be staying 3 nights in a room with a bed, bathroom and a light and a socket and somewhere to charge my mobile phone. It would be good to have a break from being Caveman Dave for a change! Anyone remember Stig of the Dump? I think I might be related?
Some pretty pictures of a quaint Nottinghamshire town tomorrow and then it's the Rock Festival..