Fan of a certain show would know which farm shop I am talking about. One of the bikers is a fan of the show and lead a run down that direction. I have already expected it would be horrible, and it exceeded my expectations, in a bad way.
The farm is on a 8' road, and everyone just park up as soon as possible, which means parking on the verge, making the narrow road extra muddy. The overflow carpark is only single car width and has a massive potholes at the entrance. There is no warden sorting out the junctions.
The queue to anything is long. There is no entertainment on site, apart from the queueing and fellow punters' company. Apparently the queue for food, as well as queue to farm shop were two hours. Some punters implied their burger would worth the wait, of which Gwilim and I concurred that no food is worth 2 hours wait!
There's no demarcation of the queue, so you have to ask your way around to find the back of the queue. And some punters were walking and queueing what appears to be a lawn and occasionally a lady will shout, "please get off the spring barley".
Queuing, warm beer, overpriced burger, the holy trinity of British culture.
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