Travelling down to Dover on Friday night to catch ferry to Belgium next day, I did something I haven’t done in thirty years of driving. I put the wrong fuel in my car, namely petrol instead of diesel. The engine shut down in the outside lane of the M25 but I managed to limp across to the hard shoulder. As I sat there waiting for the nice man from the RAC my tooth fell out, the same one that came out when singing in Cornwall last year. I must get that fixed properly. It added four hours to the journey (the fuel not the tooth), which meant only two hours sleep before rising at 6am to catch the boat, and I had family with me. Silly boy.
All forgotten though after a great gig at the Labadoux festival. I love coming to this beautiful country and its kind and good-hearted people and boy did they sing along. Stayed over till the Monday to visit friends and cities and was especially moved by a visit to the World War One museum at Ypres. I went there about eight years ago, but it was poignant to return with a teenage daughter who is studying the war in school and see the reality sink in.