DJ Barefoot rides again, this time the weather was fine, sun out, and warm smiling sunglasses adorned faces, the last days of summer, milked by some, but why not, autumn will soon be upon us and we be forced to make indoor camp. So far in the lead up to Autumn and ultimately winter, the tap is leaking badly, the electric seems to have failed in the shed and garage, the log man is not answering any calls and my Mum hasn’t had a bite concerning the selling of her house. So all in all Deep joy in passing through the rugged door into winter.

Lots of fun was had on Saturday night at the Tap House, the tunes came inside once the sun disappeared behind the woods, and the flimsy outer doors kept out the night for the most part, we had friends over to stay in the house and friends over to camp in the Apple Orchards of the Tap House after canoeing and falling into the Teme on numerous occasions, I know where I’d rather be, and was. I’ve gone off camping, too cold, the matresses too unreliable, everything is always damp no matter where I am, I think I need to be a Conde Nest Model to enjoy camping; they look like they’re having a fine old time, but then they probably don’t have to blow up their matresses half way through the night do they? But Saturday nights seem pretty busy for me now, this new part time DJ Gig is fun and provides me with a salary of pure beer for the night, this weekend I played from 5-7 as a warm up for the solo singer guy, then once he buggered off, I played on for a couple more hours I think, there was dancing a plenty.