Lots of men (and some women) dressed in funny clothes with hankies, garlands and sticks, and dancing in public with accompaniment from squeezeboxes, fiddles and flutes. Must be Morris dancers. Which means we must be at an English folk festival. We were assured by a woman in a health foods shop that the Chippenham Folk Festival is the largest in the country. It didn’t seem all that big, but there were lots of happy folk types all over the place, and we did see an excellent fiddle player and singer named Nancy Kerr in the evening.
On cycling matters, our bikes made it to Chippenham with us, and have now been dispatched to Scotland by courier. Very exciting.