Badaude

Port Eliot, part 2 - I want to live a country life!

I want to live a country life,

Living off the land.

I'll make you my farmer's wife

If you'll take my hand.

I've got a country life

planned.

(Louis Eliot)

Sad I couldn't stay for the Priscillas, the Hendricks Seance or the vintage 1970s Swedish porn in the Film Tent, but there are some advantages to being a Cinderella, comfort not the least of them...

Sunday sun apears like magic. I get sunburned, doing impromptu live sketching at the Biba tent. I weight up the cost of skin cancer against getting to chat to Anna Sui, Barbara Hulanicki and Anita Pallenberg...

How to get to the Festival

I should have read the papers, listened to the radio or the weather forecast. But, as I seldom do any of those things, I was at Padddington station at 9am on Satuday morning, trying to get to the Port Eliot Festival...

   

I take a train to Bristol. No idea whether I'll get any further connection...

They say the British love nothing so much as a crisis...

When I eventually get there I'll be meeing Tom Hodgkinson, editor of The Idler magazine, who has promised to give me ukulele lessons. In an interview in the Telegraph last week he said, 'Idleness allows you to turn a situation from boredom to pleasure'. I'm working on it...