It was almost two before we got off to sleep and the alarm went off at seven. We absolutely had to be on the road at eight o'clock if we were to make it to the next Festival in time. There was no time for breakfast, just a quick wash, vacate the room, wake up Chris and head off.
When on the road we keep in contact with Nicki and Tracy by text, and we worked out that they were about twenty minutes behind us on the road. We pulled into the services on the M74 and queued for breakfast (and paid almost double what it would cost in Morrisons restaurant). I bought a paper (the Scottish Daily Mail)which contained the usual Mail-like rants, only involving Scottish stories. Even the sports pages were about Rangers and Celtic. When we toured Scotland last year with the Patsy Cline Concert we entered a pub quiz on a night off and did well except for the sports questions. No I don't know who Celtic's all time leading goal scorer is. Mind you, I don't know any of the Premier League stats either, but I can have a guess.
As we finished our breakfast Tracy, Bob and Nicki arrived and we received our vehicle pass for the Wolvestock Festival. That meant we could crack on with our journey.
I sat in the front, reading the paper as we drove down through Scotland and into England. I looked up as we drove over Shap and caught a tantalising glimpse of a steam train working hard up the gradient towards Carlisle.
Our next port of call was in Manchester. Chris had successfully bid on a Hayman drum kit (to match his existing one) and we diverted into Salford to pay for it and load it into the van.
I've not been into this part of Manchester before, but it looked just like every other dockside development, with token momentoes of an industrial past (in the shape of a pair of redundant cranes), plus trendy transport- in this case- trams.
We found the address quickly, Chris paid the seller and we set off again, this time with Cozy sharing the back seats with a drum kit.
We were soon on the M6 again and arrived at the venue in Wolverhampton at about 3 in the afternoon.
We had just enough time to sit with a cup of tea and have a look at the festival site before getting ready for our spot.
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