Well, Read Raw set off for the Pittenweem Arts Festival in sunshine and good spirits. Ian and family were staying in a house and the rest of us spread between a camper van and tent in St Monans.We arrived early in the afternoon at the campsite in the shadow of the ruins of Newark Castle with stunning views across the Forth. After a happy day of wandering about we returned suitably fed and refreshed to the campsite and settled into our various abodes, Ian and family retiring to cosy beds in a nice wee house.
About 1 am the rains came with a vengeance. In the morning the campsite was waterlogged, Mo was floating on an airbed in her tent and the rain kept going sideways. Discovered GW had lost his phone and after a search decided it had been lost while returning the previous evening. The fruitless search, which included wandering around a waterlogged graveyard, resulted in getting soaked. This was recurring feature of the rest of the day. Headed into Pittenweem and after a wander round some of the galleries went to collect our tickets for the events we had booked only to discover the the Poetry Cafe on the Thursday night had been cancelled due to the performers being unable to get there due to the weather.
Wandered around a bit more, resoaking the bits of us that had dried out, had a delicious fish supper, a couple of beers and went to see the Khartoum Heroes & the Fence Collective with King Creosote.A brilliant event with excellent supporting acts. As the rain was still going sideways and a serious lack of dry socks etc was manifesting itself it was decided to make a strategic withdrawal and return home the next morning. As Mo's tent was now doing an impression of an indoor swimming pool Ian and family tok pity on her and let her stay with them while GW and I returned to the campsite for another noisy night of beating rain and the wind howling round the ruined castle.
Next morning we collected Mo and made a discreet, if soggy withdrawal.
All in all, despite the rain, it was a great couple of days and no doubt we will return next year while making offerings to the rain gods to go somewhere else.
Our next outing is to the Callander Poetry Weekend where all the Read Raw crowd have slots on the Friday programme. More details here:-