Dubs on the Wye was booked as our wild card; a charity run
first show hosted by, Rocky Lee's Little Feet (a commendable cause, which helps raise money for headstones for stillborn babies). In addition to offering support for the charity, a plus point
was the show’s location - the picturesque Wye Valley. Even better, was that as we neared show time, apocalyptic weather warnings were nowhere to be seen (unusual for us). Instead, blistering temperatures rivaling the seventies were forecast!
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| View from our Trade Stand |
We set off on Friday afternoon in our fully loaded T4 and our on-borrowed-time Mk4 Golf. One hour twenty
minutes later, we weren't disappointed with our back yard for the weekend. With Ross on Wye's landmark church spire poking out above the hillside towering above us, there was the intimate feel of a
first show and campers and traders sharing the field adjacent to the sports' centre. The sports' centre facilities were made available to all, so instead of festival toilets, we were able to use proper porcelain toilets, a couple of showers and the centre's bar which supplied refreshments and a full English breakfast each morning.
After a fairly lengthy set-up, we just about had time for a
chat to our neighbour (a very talented artist called Corine) before sun down and had a wander around
the site, before hitting the sack. It
was interesting, but we can’t remember a show where there was a notable absence
of fire pits. No need. Man, it was shaping up to be a hot weekend!
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| Sunset, Ross-on-Wye |
After not nearly enough sleep, we hit the ground...strolling. Yes, I think it’s fair to say it was a very
slow start. On the Friday evening, with
the traders and campers combined, it could have made for a decent party; one
where you get to talk to everyone. You
get the picture. Everyone should have
been on first name terms...
Saturday
morning looked to be the same. Gaz
jokingly said to one of the organisers that he’d seen tumbleweed
blowing around opposite our stand.
(One early visitor to the stand - looking for some stickers for her bay - was this Cornish lady, back home for a visit with relatives, all the way from Australia's Gold Coast. She had even made her own skirt for the occasion!)
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| Check that skirt! |
The
organisers agreed that more footfall was desperately needed, but we were
assured that more would be arriving for the evening’s outdoor cinema event
(independent of the show but next to the venue) and this would help generate
trade. Although we were sceptical, this
proved to be the case, as once again, the British weather laid waste to
plans. As cinema-goers began to arrive,
the decision was taken to postpone the showing until 9pm (should have
been 7 pm) as the sun was too bright! Luckily, folks were content to watch the band and buy stuff from us, so we enjoyed a little spike in trade. However, it's fair to say that this was not one of our busiest shows. Here are just a few things we did
when we could have/should have been trading:-
1. I had breakfast with Boba Fett.
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| Boba Fett, Steampunk stylee |
2. We had
a mooch around Ross-on-Wye (well Gaz held the fort, but I was on a
photographic exploration and foraging for food (local burgers and
sausages).
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| Heading into town |
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| This dog was enjoying the hanging baskets being watered. |
3. We BBQ'd.
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| Gaz and his other love, cooking. |
4. We had a water fight.
5. Gaz flew a kite (yes, believe it or not in these record breaking temperatures, we briefly had enough wind to fly one).
6. I
visited the site bar in the afternoon – just for respite from the intense heat, you understand.
7. We all visited
a riverside pub for a swift cider. Technically, this was after 7 pm so perfectly
legit, but we were able to do so guilt free.
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| The Hope and Anchor riverside pub, purveyor of cider. |
8. We took in a film - Grease - embracing the full outdoor cinema experience. Last June, we were battling against driving rain and trying to prevent several gallons of water from pouring in through the gazebos and drowning all of our stock.
The one down side to the weekend was that I had a bad reaction to pollen, sun cream and the general environment! After sneezing like a train all
afternoon, with a nose running like a tap and eyes stinging to hell and
closing up like a prize fighter’s, I was forced to don sunglasses so as not to
alarm folks at the night time screening.
Security even robbed our limited supply of booze on entry,
as folks were being encouraged to buy from the bar, so really feeling full of
allergens and in need of something cold, crisp and alcoholic, Gaz disappeared
to purchase drinks from the bar. Forty
five minutes later he reappeared.
Apparently, he had been doing the other thing we weren’t expecting to do
this weekend, and so, coming in at number 9:-
9. Booking
a band for the Mini and VW Bus Meet we’re trading at in our home town next
weekend. Long story.
Whilst Grease wasn’t our choice of film, we all enjoyed
the experience and by 11pm the temperature had settled to a mere
hot (not hot as buggery).
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| The film will start...any second now. |
After a slightly more comfortable night, Sunday brought yet
more pollen, a further rise in temperature, several familiar faces, much
shooting of the breeze, getting sun burnt and the obligatory show 'n' shine.
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| Show 'n' shine splitty. |
Congratulations to Celia, who won a prize
for her amazing T5, Vader.
Commiserations to Jason whose immaculate T4, lost out to another.
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| Vader, the winning T5. |
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| Celia with her trophy. And her prize for winning Best T5. |
In summary, against the odds, we did OK. Not the best, but by no means our worst trading weekend. But regardless, we didn't care. The show was for charity and we had a brilliant weekend. Yes, it was a little too hot, but how often do we get to say that? We had a chilled out weekend on the Wye, with a little bit of work thrown into the mix.
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| Pootle, the Beetle. |
Naturally, it wouldn't be a Voodoo Street trading weekend without some kind of drama. Gaz managed to badly kerb one of
the wheels on the T4 whilst trying to negotiate a tricky pull out (a jutting
kerb stone certainly played its part in this).
And when packing up, he left the gazebos until last to maximise
protection from the sun. Unfortunately,
at a key point in this process, the wind decided to make a brief return. Gaz spotted one of our telescopic banners
was about to be slammed into the front of our van and ran to rescue it. Whilst his back was turned, he heard a whooshing noise and turned to see our two cable tied gazebos about 10 feet in
the air. The wind then upended them and
slammed them down inches from our neighbour’s black BMW. A close call.
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| Spotted leaving the show ground, this bay with our rear mounted logo sticker. |
After spending Sunday evening repairing the buckled gazebos, Gaz has spent the last 2 days reviving his Mini Cooper for next week's show.
We've got an incredible 15 feet of space, so room for a couple of show vehicles. Maybe see you there!
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| 'Til next time! |
