Normally we go to the Hop Festival with our friends but this year everyone was otherwise occupied. There was a change in the format this year anyway, 3 big stages were being set up for daytime gigs rather than squeezing into pubs in the evening to hear local bands. I wasn't so sure on this, as part of the atmosphere is squeezing in the pubs, but I suspect it is in an effort to cut the binge drinking - as if!
So I wasn't going, until Mum and Dad called round to collect me.
It was rather strange holding the hop festival in the day and in brilliant sunshine but the Indian Summer has hit Kent hard and temps were hot enough that we could have all done with our sun hats. Instead we purchased hop hats!
The smell of hops took us right back to the '60's when we used to go hop picking.
The bands were still all setting up, but there were plenty of street walkers to keep us entertained, and some of the stalls were quite interesting.
Dad liked the look of the hog roast but we felt £4 for some pork meat in a small bap rather expensive.
I would have liked to have gone back in the evening, the last couple of times we have been have been really good, but by the time Martin came home and we had eaten we were both too tired.