Thimbleberry Festival

In a nine-hour epic journey through traffic all the way up the M1, we arrived late during the dying minutes of sunlight to load our gear straight onto stage and to play to an impressive little festival crowd in a remote area in the North Pennines. (Really.. the middle of nowhere. The kind of place you worry about the van breaking down because of no signs of life for miles and no phone reception) Think 28 Days Later, especially with Paul growing increasingly psychotic (with dribbling and frenzied hyperactivity) due to cabin fever towards the end of the journey.





Packed straight after gig and then drove straight on towards Penrith for the second gig of the weekend. Thanks to Zoe, for recommending us for this show!