Eastborne Accordion Festival

Boris had gone off with a friend who was going to Oman (and unfortunately forgot to take him) so Moris was left at home. I was booked in to the Eastborne accordion festivel then so I took him along.

We arrived on Friday and got settled in. Although I did not get out much the hotel was right opposite the pier and so we went to have a look at that but most of the long weekend was spent practicing for the concert on Sunday. That and a great deal of drinking. On the way there I saw a sign to Wilmington and resolved to go and visit the long man on the way back if I remembered. It is probably aprent from the photo that I did 🙂