Bank Holiday weekends require activity so it was off to the North Devon real ale and food fair (or whatever it was called) on the Sunday. It was OK, because, let’s face it, anywhere with beer, food and live music has an above average chance of being at the very least OK. But – always a but – herself is not too keen on real ale, in fact, she doesn’t like it much at all, so it would have been a bit unfair to insist on staying for a session. And also, most importantly in my view, there were no loos.
Now, if you’re going to get people along to drink beer and eat food then it is an inescapable law of nature and hygiene that you need loos. However, owing to North Devon Council’s shortsighted policy of closing down a multiplicity of bog standard (ha ha) toilets and opening a very few super-loos, there was nowhere very close to the Pannier Market where the event was held, where people could drain their spuds and park their breakfasts. I hope the consequence was not a lot of al fresco micturition as the pints were sunk, but nature will take its course…
Anyway, no harm done, we just drank up and left, but not before noticing the huge number of people at the festival who bore a close resemblance to gargoyles, including one mature lady complete with Rolling Stones big tongue tattoo who insisted on having her top shelf on display (but you didn’t really want to look). The beer festival was not the only place at which to spot gargoyles etc as the next day we ventured to Westward Ho! for the potwalloping – an annual event held more in hope than expectation. Again this was only just OK, but no more. So we paid a quick visit to the beer tent, then had fish and chips and got the bus home. Proper grockles. On the plus side there were readily accessible toilets so no need for outdoor weeing.
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