Festival Diary again

The record fair was setting up in the Buttermarket this morning. The day dawned grey, but the rain held off until lunchtime, and then it was only on and off showers - which is far better than the two previous years.
The morning at the Cinema was enlivened when a Jazz Band came marching up into the car park, and stayed to play a couple of numbers. They were accompanied by a man in top hat and tails, and a decorated umbrella.
The jester was wandering round town again, too. Over the weekend, he was stiltwalking - and he managed to get inside Oscars, on his stilts!
At lunch time, the kids from Red Kite managed to close Lion Street while they did mime to a large crowd.
I wandered through the Castle Grounds, and stopped at the sight of two Ashford spinning wheels for sale, with a variety of other spinning paraphenalia. They'd been left behind in the Castle, apparently, and the lady selling them hadn't got a clue how they were supposed to work (or how much to charge for them). The drive bands were missing, unfortunately, but I demonstrated how they should go for her, and bought some wool dyed with weld, a lovely bright yellow.
In the evening, I took Islay round town, and she went straight into Marina's old shop, which she's opened up as the Mad Old Cow cafe again for the Festival. Champagne and cake, mmm. She said that she was so tired, earlier in the day, having been up the night before until gone 2am, that she started making up rude songs about the customers in the kitchen - unaware that they could hear every word she said! Which was the cue for hysterical laughter.
The Addymans weren't up that late, but they did still have customers in the shop at 10.30pm. Anne said they were closing a bit earlier tonight and going for a curry.