The weather wasn't brilliant for the well-attended main gig in June but it was okay, there was the rare discovery of a new Marilyn, a comfortable if noisy hostel, fine hospitality from the hotel, and a virtuoso Dylan-meets-Statto routine from Dave Hewitt. You really had to be there to appreciate the spiritual quality of the Neil Young adaptations, but here's one anyway:
I was lying in an ancient camper van
With a strange gleam in my eye
I was torn and tired, and GOML shy
I had kissed Myarth goodbye
When I had a dream
A crazy dream
Of a scene more fair than this
Soaring through the sky, to section 25, for the last hills in the list
Soaring through the sky, to section 25, for the last hill in the list
Well I dreamed I saw the silver spaceship shining
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were gannets gliding, and puffins flying
All around the chosen one
And I was like them
Just one of them
And my heart was filled with pride
Flying up the wall, of Stac Lee's cliffs, with an alien as my guide
Landing on the top, of Stac Lee's cliffs, a little grey man by my side
Well I thought I saw the shores of Hirta glisten
Like a green jewel in the sea
There were dolphins playing
And children sailing
And the warden made us tea
And all of my friends gathered there to see
I could not believe my luck
As I entered the date, in RHB, of the last hill in the book
Entering the date, in RHB, of the last bag in the book
