Back from Bungay
Bungay was grand! Quite possibly the best one I’ve been to.
Buttercups, Bubbles, St Peters Mild in bottles, Pewter, Hot Tubs and Saunas in a field, croquet, new tent, Monty on form in the kitchen, MEAT!!!, kittens, Farmer Paul having velvet curtains in the shed… it were ace.
There are more photos of my week in a field here – According to my frame counter, I shot 342 frames 33 made the cut. That’s only a 10% success rate – pretty poor really.
I’ll do a proper write up for r.j at some point, if I get around to it. But for now, I’m going to go curl up with the cat and make the most of my freedom before the real world comes knocking on my door tomorrow morning.
I know I shouldn’t do it, but I have read everything about Bungay on r.j. and watched all the photos I could find. Well, I’m glad a bunch of people I like got to have a good time, even if I missed out.
Out of these my favourites were the chopper, the gay reaper and my postcard (not a spectacular photograph as such, but I like the Idea of being able to send a postcard to people in a field in another country).