Laughter, music, local cider, mead, excellent company

Live at the Wye is a music festival in the Wye Valley.  I think the river through the Wye marks the border between England and Wales.  My host Bob (green tee-shirt) and his friend Syd picked me up from Speech House (yes - its a place name) and we made our way there for the pre-festival gig.

Locally crushed cider was a stand-out from this picturesque bar by the river.  I also sampled my first taste of mead.  Hmmm.  Local brews here are the traditional hand-pull ales, malt dominant and confident in their tradition.
After our mead and a chicken curry we made our way back to England (over the rail-bridge across the river) for the music that was peeling its way across the valley.

We got there in time for a covers band that I hope is not an indication of the music that I may find there this afternoon!

This shot up the valley shows the light at half past nine at night.

A great night.  Bob and Syd were fantastic hosts proud of their Welsh valley and a little embarrassed by the music.  Loads of laughter.  Good fun.    

I was thinking of heading Swansea way today but already its 12.05 - the Wye Valley music festival proper seems like a relaxed way to spend the day prior to my colleagues arriving tomorrow.