The real day 2

Thanks to Brian on Harnser who drew my attention to yesterday's deliberate mistake! It's this doing the blog first thing in the morning; not only am I having to remember that I'm talking about the day before, I have to have woken up enough to to cope with the time juggling. Anyway, on with the motley...

It was indeed very wet, yesterday, as forecast, and we were very glad that we could legitimately stay snug in the boat working on the newsletter while it hammered down outside. Talking to folk later in the day, I gathered that it had been too much even for the wrg team, who had postponed starting work until gone ten. (Thanks to Grumpy Nick for the info.)

Thursday's edition is now almost as far as we can get it without the last minute stuff, so yesterday's job was getting Friday's issue into shape. It may seem strange working so far ahead, but with just the two of us to do all the tasks involved in publishing a newsletter, there won't be any time to spare on the actual day of publication.

Last year, we had loads of stuff in advance, because the theme was anniversaries of various sorts, and Sheila had emailed the relevant societies and trusts and got copy out of them. The result was that we arrived at Beale Park with all the issues half made up. This year, much of the copy is going to be self generated, though folk are beginning to send in contributions, so more work is being done on site.

In the afternoon, the rain had more or less stopped, and we were able to get out on site, looking for stories, meeting up with old friends and enemies (mostly the same people) and taking photos.

Plumbing team in conference with Supplies

There are two Bradshaw golf buggy type transports about at the moment, one for the plumbers and one for the chippies. They can tow a trailer, and make so much difference to getting stuff moved around site.

Inside the Tardis

 In effect, it's a mobile quartermaster's stores. John Baylis is the QM; least likely saying "Take as many as you want, we've got plenty!"

The pasty wagon

 So called because it looks like a van that might be selling pasties. In fact, it's an ex-CEGB field vehicle, and is used by Bungle in much its old role, moving large amounts of cabling and connection boxes around for wiring up places like the admin village, the wrg compound and the workers' moorings.

Tardis compound

 The workshop of the Festival, with a fully equipped chippies shop (goes with the pasties, I guess) and storage for materiel.

Who let the dogs out?

Woof, woof! Actually, it's the water supply. With permission, we've tapped into a fire hydrant, and a network of water pipes with radiate out from here to the entire site.