She's not ready to face the day yet, she goes back to bed with a book

It's that time of year again. At least, it's one of the many times of year when I bugger off to Whitby. This one was goth flavour.

( Friday. No cheese at all. )

( Friday's bands )

( Saturday. Just enough cheese. )

( Saturday's bands )

( Sunday. Too much cheese. )

Still, in summary: brief but fun, good company as always, some decent bands.

( footnotes )