If the photos don't demonstrate it, the bulk of Saturday and some of Sunday were pretty wet for Bristol's annual Harbour Festival. To give you something to compare it to, Bristol Harbour Festival 2012 had me wearing a maxi dress sitting in the grass with friends eating food from the stalls that were huddled around Queen Square, and as you can see from the above middle image, there was no sitting in the grass this year.
I can't lie, me and the four friends I went with (above) lacked motivation to head down from within the dry Cabot Circus shopping centre and stand in the rain, and to be honest I dragged them down saying that I needed to compile a review and couldn't possibly tell my readers that I hadn't bothered to go. Admittedly, earlier in the day it had been dry and sunny, and I spent my bus journey grinning smugly to myself from the back as I saw people get on in strap tops and bum-cheek-revealing shorts having clearly not heard about the predicted heavy rain from 3pm onwards. I on the other hand rather enjoyed the fact that I was very prepared with my raincoat and umbrella that I was clutching protectively on my lap as the bus headed towards town.
I also have to admit that I didn't go on Friday evening, which seemed to have been really good (and I quite regret not going) with a live set from Bristol's resident DJ - 72 year old DJ Derek - with his Jamaican accent, despite being a white man who has been born and bred in Bristol. There had also been sun that evening, and on and off sun on the weekend, but I think we chose the worst time to head down. We got there and there were a decent amount of people huddling with their umbrellas around the stage where a group of 5 men were educating us on and playing Bhangra, which my Indian friends were not impressed by. The food stalls were closed and the inflatable slide was being deflated, but people were enjoying the live music and there was even a hairy, plump, very drunk man in a green Borat-style mankini, who I resisted the temptation to take a photo of for your viewing pleasure.
I apologise for my poor event review this time, as I think I definitely missed this year's Festival's best bits so my review is somewhat incomplete, but it was great to see that the rain didn't stop people from having a good time, albeit in their rain ponchos (which I kind of want). But I think when you're from a city that likes its festivals, you go and partake and get involved whatever the weather and however soggy you feel. We were extremely lucky weather-wise for St. Paul's Carnival which was a brilliantly hot day, and for Bristol Pride, so we could only go and support this great free festival that Bristol so lovingly puts on year after year, and be happy and enjoy it. My days, I definitely represent us as quite a floaty flowery people don't I, us Bristolians. Well, we are in a way, but what's wrong with that, I say!
I can't lie, me and the four friends I went with (above) lacked motivation to head down from within the dry Cabot Circus shopping centre and stand in the rain, and to be honest I dragged them down saying that I needed to compile a review and couldn't possibly tell my readers that I hadn't bothered to go. Admittedly, earlier in the day it had been dry and sunny, and I spent my bus journey grinning smugly to myself from the back as I saw people get on in strap tops and bum-cheek-revealing shorts having clearly not heard about the predicted heavy rain from 3pm onwards. I on the other hand rather enjoyed the fact that I was very prepared with my raincoat and umbrella that I was clutching protectively on my lap as the bus headed towards town.
I also have to admit that I didn't go on Friday evening, which seemed to have been really good (and I quite regret not going) with a live set from Bristol's resident DJ - 72 year old DJ Derek - with his Jamaican accent, despite being a white man who has been born and bred in Bristol. There had also been sun that evening, and on and off sun on the weekend, but I think we chose the worst time to head down. We got there and there were a decent amount of people huddling with their umbrellas around the stage where a group of 5 men were educating us on and playing Bhangra, which my Indian friends were not impressed by. The food stalls were closed and the inflatable slide was being deflated, but people were enjoying the live music and there was even a hairy, plump, very drunk man in a green Borat-style mankini, who I resisted the temptation to take a photo of for your viewing pleasure.
I apologise for my poor event review this time, as I think I definitely missed this year's Festival's best bits so my review is somewhat incomplete, but it was great to see that the rain didn't stop people from having a good time, albeit in their rain ponchos (which I kind of want). But I think when you're from a city that likes its festivals, you go and partake and get involved whatever the weather and however soggy you feel. We were extremely lucky weather-wise for St. Paul's Carnival which was a brilliantly hot day, and for Bristol Pride, so we could only go and support this great free festival that Bristol so lovingly puts on year after year, and be happy and enjoy it. My days, I definitely represent us as quite a floaty flowery people don't I, us Bristolians. Well, we are in a way, but what's wrong with that, I say!