Born To Run

It would be so easy to mess up, wouldn’t it? You leave the house in a hurry on Friday night heading for ‘the midsummer festival’. What could be simpler?

Well, it’s midsummer and Prescott’s Midsummer Speed Fest and the Glastonbury Festival both take place on the same weekend in adjoining counties. One goofy moment with the SAT NAV and before you know it you’re standing in front of a stage yelling at Bruce Springsteen that you couldn’t care less about his Pink Cadillac, when are the Bugattis arriving? Alternatively, there you are at Prescott in your flowery wellies, all primed for some jolly speed-metal combo and the only speeding metal you get to see is a thumping great Austin Healey.

I knew I’d got it right because at Prescott I wasn’t up to my bottom in mud and I never saw a single Cadillac – pink or otherwise. What I did see was a stonking collection of hill climbing machinery, shimmering heat and a happy crowd munching their way through several tons of strawberries.

Well done to the good men and women of Prescott for providing us with another fine gathering and thanks to the marshals for keeping me safe and in my place.

The pictures of the day will be added later today but I’m thinking how neat it would be to include a Cadillac class next year.




Reality leaves a lot to the imagination - John Lennon