I am definitely getting old, gone are the days of clubbing until the sun comes up, loud rock music and so much beer the events of the night get blurred. Instead the whole family spent Saturday at the Cambridge Folk Festival, listening to the jiggy music, having a very civilised picnic (with hummus and crudite) and splashing out on a Pims!
Euan and I enjoyed shaking along to a band in the bar tent, Steamchicken were very funny and got everybody moving.
Anya and her friend Jack wiggled along with The Shee.
Patrick liked the cockroaches thrown out by the storyteller.
Everyone liked having a try with the flower-sticks.