A long day, I thought. But one which was definatly worth partaking in. Campervan journey, followed by market stall, mixed in with music festival, followed by campervan journey, followed by pizza. Daryl could not come, but that wasn't that upsetting, he could see the band another time. Everything about the day was great. Fumbling out of bed, at 5:45am, I rubbed my eyes and dressed quickly in anticipation of the day ahead. 'Goodgood' I thought to myself, as I walked downstairs, 'they've already nearly finished packing up the stock'. Heaving one of the last boxes, I looked forward to the cup of tea I'd manage to grab before we left.

I sat in the van. Jammed in with the days stock, I felt like a certain fish in a metal can. Katie, my sister was alongside me, destroying the perfect image of our punk family with her tracksuit and pink trainers, but I ignored her for the duration of the journey.

Long journey over, we asked the woman in charge where to dump the stuff and setup the stall. Mum and Katie went off for the toilet leaving me and Taz to setup. Not long later, we were setup, and I was enjoying a nice Belgian waffle with chocolate sauce from one of the many food vans that pulled up after us.

Over the course of the day, we were very busy. People loved our stall. Queues began forming and we were rushed off our feet, not that we minded that of course. Really good day. Stowfest 07, we took lots of money, and enjoyed it too!

'Tom, two stripeys please' shouts Taz, and I rushed to get the stocklist, 'Make sure you says it was 2 for £20 ok?'. Under the red and black stripey box, I write 2 for £20. Very good sale. Wristbands next, and I write those in too. 'Xylophone' I think to myslef whilst serving the next customer.

Yelling to the two in the front of the noisy VW bus, we boast about how much we took today.
Zuper, I think to myself, and I look forward to the next music festival we're going to.