Shoreditch festival

Since it's gloomy, overcast, and cold today, I'd like to remember the happier, sunnier times. This past weekend we attended the Shoreditch festival - your typical free neighborhood festival, complete with ethnic food stalls, port-o-potties, bad music, and large fields to sit and waste the day in. The forecast had called for rain on Saturday (as it does every day), but when we got up it was bright and sunny out. So we went on a stroll with Caron and Tom and ended up at the Shoreditch festival. When we got there, at noon, people were just starting to arrive, the food was just starting to be cooked, but the bar (a large, dark tent made to resemble a pub...humorously called the Pigeon's Arms) was already up and running. So we bought a pitcher of Pimms and lemon soda, and sat in the field soaking up the sun - since we were all lacking in our vitamin D. After one pitcher, we all got some great Ghanaian food, got another pitcher, reclaimed our spots on the grass and just relaxed...until the sky clouded up, the temperature dropped, and the wind picked up, which meant it was time to head home.