Last night

Last night I cycled over to the Thurston, Fox and Hounds, at about 5pm for the stag night of a guy called Pete, that I know.
My route took me past the Flying Fortress and along beside the Rougham airfield. I hadn't heard about it, but there was something like a folk music festival going on, and people camping there.
As I rode along the cycle path, on the other side of the fence, its like a tennis court fence, there was a marquee and as I got closer I could see, and hear, people seated around the perimeter of the marquee, inside, playing lots of bongo drums.
A bit further on, amongst the tents of people camping, there was a guy taking a pee up against the fence, and I coughed loudly at my disgust at having to look down "the barrel of his gun".
Over in the Fox and Hounds, I had the same meal I had the last time I was there, around March time, a rack of hickory smoked ribs. They are soooo good. If you're thinking of going, they are only on the evening menu from 7pm, £8.99.
On the cycle ride back, I left about 9pm, a bit early I know, taking extreme care crossing the railway line, after a few pints. I pass the Rougham airfield (no one taking a leak) but this time, in a different marquee, I could hear didgeridoo's being played.
Once home, I watched some of the earth concert on TV, and thought Madonna was good, I've seen her twice in concert at Wembley in the past.


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