well I sat there, peering out from under my parasol at the large men with even larger beards all swiping at each other with big sticks as they danced lightly backwards and forwards in time to the diddly diddly music that echoed up the valley........well that was last year and with those images still fresh in my mind, Moomin and I decided to go to the Belstone summer fayre last
Sunday to get another folk fix (as it was July.....and you just have to) Arriving late it seemed that all of north Dartmoor was there as we had to park the car just out of the village!- a pain as we had to negotiate point A (the car) to point B (the fayre) via point T (trees) as the sun (point S) was scorching and I had to maintain tree cover as 1 I burn easy and 2 it takes a lot of effort to keep this translucent vampyrish complexion intact- Mca and Nic had already parked in the shade and had gone off up to
the very exiting sounding 'white spider directissma' to climb up rocks......I fancied the idea of sitting on top of that one looking all windswept and moody but, er.. wrong time of day to be doing that plus the fact my freckles tend to come out in daylight and that's such a bad look for me- hey...we found another potential home for angelvixen in the shape of the old telegraph office that had the coolest door, all archy and gothic with studs and things- ideas seem to flow between us before a very small horse
walked up and decided to be my very best friend covering me in ginger horse hairs- eventually we caught up with Nic and Mca
in the car park and decided that ice cream from the service station and a game of 'match the customer to the car' should be the next move before teatime......service station lady chuckled "fab ice lolly for the sporty outdoor type girly covered in chalky stuff.....magnum dark for the goth chick covered in.....ewww orange hair!"