Cast a Bold eye

Six picnics on, Electric P has metamorphosed into a compulsion - a contortion of hassle  and fun, wierdness and wonder, irritation and pure craic.
The highlight of the weekend for me was Bob Geldof's (and The Boomtown Rats) frantic performance, all grey tossled head, gyrating and lepping all over the stage, with fab renditions of Rattrap. Don't Like Mondays, Mary of the Fourth Form, Looking after...

Each time I go I tell myself: this is it, my LAST Electric Picnic. This year was no different.  41,000 punters (biggest crowd ever) made for a lot of queuing - a very unpopular activity. Mindfield, for the second year in a row was without the usual packed...

One thought before I let the photographs tell it all:
Mindfield (The literary and reading section) was duller, apart from a couple of exceptions, lacking the oomph of previous years, minus a few familiar faces or even some new ones I thought should/could/might have made an appearance. Perhaps the new management...

Recipes are not my forte. I am not one of those lucky people who derives comfort and pleasure from culinary activities. Cooking and baking are duties, not hobbies.  However, in these days of salt, sugar and fat-loaded EVERYTHING, I really want to share...