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I'm such a horrible keeper of the blog. Apologies. I know all of you have just been hanging on to the edge of your seats, anxiously awaiting my next post. Well, I have an almost excuse for my neglect. We're in the UK. Internet access is rare when you're driving all over. NO more excuses. We're relaxing in the Lake District in England after a week of traveling and performing and driving on the wrong side of the road. I will say, I'm almost a master at wrong-side driving now, except when backing up. It's backwards twice so that it's almost right. Whatever the case, it's a real brain fuck.
We played at the Secret Garden Party in England. No one told us that we'd have to traverse acres of suck-your-feet-down mud before getting to the stage. No one told us that we'd want to have water proof shoes either. I started with Chaco's. Ben with his lizard cowboy boots. Poor boots. They're in need of repair now. Eventually Ben just went barefooted. Even the costumed party goers on who knows what were giving us funny looks. We might have been 2 of 5 people in that 20,000 person festival without the rubber boots. Oops! I'm told by several that while we were on stage, playing our folky duo set, a man approached the stage and exposed himself to us. Ben says they made eye contact. Luckily I was distracted by something and missed this altogether. Phew! If you're ever in England in the "summer,"and looking for an experience, go to the not-so-secret Garden Party.
We played our first set on a river boat. Everyone gets drunk midday. They walk around on the boat and sit and listen to music. It's a good thing. I'd do it again. And again. Mary Ben's Girlfriend met us in Newcastle just before boarding the boat. I'm really glad she's here.
Tomorrow we're headed back to London, then up to Perth, Scotland to play a couple shows before heading down to the Cambridge Folk Festival. I can't believe we're already half way through this trip. I am anxious to get back to Ben Wills, and hear some bass on these songs, I can tell you that. Ben, we love you.