The Rathlin Island festival
ran from saturday until sunday night (we thought)
We arrive late on the dock, waiting for the boat, waiting a long time. Eventually a boat shows up, me and my two mates and about two dozen other people all leap onto this wee boat and it immediatly starts pulling away from the dock, I look around and only one of my friends is on board, the other is standing on the dock looking a bit lost.
Time for a bit of buckfast
On the island, two boatloads of people cram into this wee ancient bus, which putputs its way to the festival, on it's way up a hill, the bus stops and stats going slowly backwards until the drivers fiddles with the gears and finally we're on our way again.
Time for another bit of buckfast.
At the festival, by now it's midnight saturday night we meet up with another bunch of people, I set up my one man tent, turns out i'm the only one with a tent.
Another bit of buckfast and then off for some dancing.
Dawn comes, I decide to get a bit of sleep, an hour later I'm woken by a strange man in my tent, luckily it's my friend who we left on the dock, he's made it onto the island.
Celebratory buckfast and it's into the town for breakfast. We hitched a lift in a 1950's trailer truck, hanging on for dear life as we drive along the edge of cliffs we couldn't see during the night.
After breakfast/lunch and a pint I head back to the festival, trying to communicate witht the cows along the way.
At the festival which I had expected to be carrying on to the night I discover everything is being packed away apart from a set of deck and a bicycle powered amp.
Hmm, break out the buckfast again.
What's that I see? an atlantic storm coming in?
More bucky
And the last boat? it's left the island and nobody's sailing because of the storm?
Get that buckfast down ye
Where's my tent? oh, there it is, sailing over the edge of the cliff
Thank christ for buckfast (litterally, it was made by monks)
so there's 4 of us now, all our other friends have been smart and left hours ago, we figure the best plan is to head back to the village and beg someone to let us stay with them.
We get back and find there is a boat heading back after all, but there's only 2 seats.
We hop on board and two of us say "no problem, we'll just sit out back here and hold on"
The boat sets off and we notice that everyone else has seatbelts.
The boat speeds up and hurtles through and over the waves, bouncing in and out of the water, we're airborne for seconds at a time and whoops
there goes the buckfast.

I have no memory of how I made it home after that, but I must have done, 'cos here I am.

Good dancing though

No apologies for length, you love it!
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