Sun 24/6 – 10017 steps recorded before my watch died somewhere in the afternoon.
We were exhausted by the time we got home in the early hours, but luckily the hotel staff had prepared our room and closed the black out curtains, so we could sleep a little later. We got up, our old bodies were aching from all the walking and dancing, so David set off to find a pharmacy, but all the nearby ones were closed, so he ended up walking 5.6km there and back. He bought tablets (pain killers) that Gareth had suggested. These little blue pills were extremely effective and we were soon able to walk again. Thanks Gareth.
We repeated the process of breakfast, shuttle, choosing who to see, rushing from stage to stage and had another thoroughly amazing day. I did not manage to fit in Aaron Neville, and I had to miss some Alanis Morisette and some Los Lobos, even though I was power walking between stages. Luckily the day ended earlier than the previous one.
“Chuckle”/special moment of the day: On the fences they use to cordon off the area, are steps or seats, on the inside of the fence. There was one on the side near the front so David sat on it while we waited for Robert Plant. His back was really sore as the pain killer had worn off by then. When they started, he stood up. (We had been told during an earlier act that the area was standing only). While he was standing, a young girl came and stood on his step, right behind him, which is also not allowed. David said she could use it for a while, but he needed to sit occasionally for his back. She said fine, but when he asked her to move a little later on, she wouldn’t, so he sat down, on her feet. She was outraged, claimed he had physically violated her, her boyfriend got aggressive, said he knew a band member so they could stand there, then called the policeman who was standing nearby. Luckily, the policeman wasn’t interested in getting involved, said: “Sort it out yourselves, but you are missing the show”. I spoke to the girl, said we did not need to get testosterone involved, luckily she agreed and changed her tune and they moved off. Huge sigh of relief.
What I learnt: Sometimes I need to listen to David. Before Robert Plant, I was so exhausted, I seriously thought of leaving! My clever husband reminded me that this was a never to be repeated opportunity, so I returned to the clubhouse, had a little rest, some food and some sugar and danced the rest of the night.
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