08 August 1985

Rain Day. Italy

Yet more rain ...  just hanging around and getting wet ... every time it seemed to be stopping, another band would come over

this time the change of venue has not helped us ..  we had a couple of great days out, but spent a lot of time hanging around the tents waiting for the rain to clear up.

This was it really and we gave up and headed home.

At Dover, we got hauled over into the customs shed, and they wanted to go through the car... the second bag out of the back was my rucksack and after they got down to the black bin liner full of stinky wet clothes from week one .. that was it ... they had seen enough and we were allowed to continue, without any more troubles. No doubt their eyes lit up when they saw three disheveled student types in a beat up car coming in, but the stereotype ended there.