an abandoned parachute?
is there a secret invasion taking place?

all good things must come to an end.
we head underground



a reminder of our destination



sunset over the familiar dutch landscape
as we approach amsterdam

back to london



a walk along the thames






hammersmith bridge



return to the anglesea arms for a final gathering

sunset over compton martin

a small gathering



scrumpy tasting in local pub



chris the fish pops round



spot the fake

the big green gathering was begun some years
ago at fernhill farm in somerset as an offshoot
from the the glastonbury festival.
a celebration of green issues and alternative lifestyles.
time to change gear,slow down and relax.....




pedal powered kiddies disco bike....



everything for sale......



the last chance saloon.....



lifestyle from a forgotten time....

tipi field......



time machine tent.....



big horns.....



magic balls....



jazz in the "healing field"....

a rolls royce silver shadow-perfect floating mattress
for our trip into the historic town of wells to pick up
tickets for the big green gathering



milo at the helm whilst gidionics and siblings
don large sunglasses and sink into the cream
leather interior-windows down and the wind in
our hair.

we leave the london smoke behind us for the
weekend as we head to the retreat deep in the
somerset countryside...........

we are based in the hammersmith area of west
london but it is a strange coincidence that the
local pub is called the anglesea arms (gidionics
strongest roots are in north wales).
well recommended!



peep hole



very pastel

nice to get away finally......
we take the train to brussels where we hook
up with the eurostar service to london.
the sight of the iconic battersea power station
tells us that we are almost at journeys' end.



at the end of all good journeys lies a meeting with
someone important-in this case sister lucs,7 months
pregnant with her first child.it's great to see her....



our first evening ends with the unique mr.jason l
leading us out into the london night with a spritly
spring in his step......