The sad end of yet another Broadstairs. Congrats to all the committee who worked so hard to make this such a good festival this year.
I met some 'Catters, played and sung in the dawn on three days of the week and mellowed out at the concert marquee most nights.
See you all again next year.
But not the officious little twit that made 'three sheets to the wind' into 'two sheets to the wind', made @travelling folk' into a duo and generally made the Doug Hudson move venue.
I've popped home to do some washing and then will hit the road again and head for Whitby.