Work calls me back too, but I have not been enthused.
Plenty of caravan and work related delays to my departure to go there meant a late arrival - and since I had heard that the Eliza Carthy concert was a sell-out I did not rush to it. But it wasn't and so I missed it. I'm told it was a cracker.
Saturday the weather became horrid and by the time the side stopped dancing the Wrotham was totally rammed. Impossible to get close enough to enjoy the singing and playing over the mighty roar of shouted bar conversations, the Bishop's Finger was sold out and I was not enjoying the other beers, and there was additional soundwash from some people playing rock and roll under the canopy right outside the bar window.
Nothing in the program on Saturday night was enough to tempt me out for a walk in the weather.
Sunday the side's playing and dancing seemed OK and the weather was nicer, but although I could thereafter get into the Wrotham I could not summon any enthusiasm for the proceedings.
The players in the pubs that I passed seemed far from folk.
As a result of unwise munching on Saturday, I am now (1am) in more dental pain than at any other time in my life (and I have had my share of dental abcesses) - despite the use of some very heavy duty prescription pain killers that I had in stock. Not at all sure how I will be able to do the urgent work shceduled for an early start on Monday. Very worrying.