My band were booked to play a wedding in Quimper, France. We set off from the London ’burbs in one van to Plymouth (why we didn’t use Portsmouth is still beyond me) where we had a pre ferry curry. After the crossing, we arrived in Quimper at breakfast time, so a very French repast was had. We checked into the caravan the couple had booked for us and then had the most leisurely set up of all time. We were supposed to go on at eleven o’clock, but didn’t take the stage until one in the morning the next day! Because of the time, we only played one long set and then retired to the caravan, with no need to break the gear down - luxury! Up the next day for an al fresco breakfast, pack the gear up and return home to Blighty. So many laughs along the way, it will stay with me until my mind goes or I peg it. Happy times.