That was it. Glastonbury was over. We showered, packed up and The Love Fields at 7 am in the morning. Stopped off for a Costa and arrived home.
Ravi and Simon stayed over, so we entertained them to some local village life. The Ludgershall Bike Night. Thousand of bikes parked up in the village from 6 to 9. Stalls selling beer, fish and chips, burgers were doing a roaring trade. We opted for the pig roast which was run by a local Kingswood man. Was accosted by the Air Ambulance, who saw we had been to Glastonbury and then talked at great length about the event.
There was a fabulous American truck unit on display. Rosemary saw it pass our house that evening. The event earns money for the Air Ambulance and other charities.
Monday was Ludgershall Bike Night. We arrived after shortly after seven with friends and parked (our car) on the verge. There were still a few bikes arriving when we arrived. Our friends, who used to be bikers, were amazed at the number and variety of bikes, from modern to vintage. My pictures are mainly of Harleys, because I wanted to email some pictures to another friend, Jon.
There were various stands there, including the Oxfordshire BMW owners club, fish and chip vans, burger vans, a bar and hog roast. The event is short because most bikers like to leave in day light.
Visited the Ludgershall Village fete held at the Old Rectory. The weather turned out reasonable, so I was able to site outside and eat my promised cream tea. We spent quite a time there, exploring the gardens and woods which back on to the Marylebone / Birmingham Snow Hill line. The vegetable garden is pristine, no weeds, neatly tilled and presumably no rabbits. There were also a number of vintage cars and vintage tractors. Jim was doing tractor rides around the gardens.
Rosemary dropped SadGit Richard G and me off at Ludgershall at last year’s Bike Night. The Bike Night is held every year. Hundreds of motor bikes turn up for the evening at this small rural village in Buckinghamshire. As you can see there are hundreds of people wandering up the village road looking at the bikes, admiring the machines, chatting, drinking beer and eating. This year the evening was warm, still, and fabulous. Cheese, biscuits & red wine were waiting at home for us following Rosemary’s resumed chauffeuring duties.