After travelling for what seemed like 40 days and 40 nights, Phil and I eventually got up to Lytham for the Hoedown Weekender. It was at Fort San Antone, a massive western-style, wooden dance hall.
A weekend of top hillbilly/western swing was promised, and that's what we got.
Unfortunately, I got so excited I accidently drank too much and was unable to take that many photos. So I'll just list some bits that are missing.
The Taps pub in Lytham was fantastic - a World War 2 re-enactment weekend meant it was full of GIs, spivs and Nazis. And all the barmaids were landgirls! And the beer was only £2.70 a pint. An American paratrooper knocked over Phil's pint with his rifle.
The DJs played top music all weekend. Although they only played 'Waitin' in Line' 33 times, which we thought wasn't enough. The Doggone Honkabillies were brilliant as usual. There was lots of moonshine. And a carvery.
Sue was astonished by the size of the portions.
The Del Rio Ramblers put on a top show.
Dungarees were de rigueur.
As were beards.
Mick ordering one pint.
And here's a little behind-the-scenes action of Phil sorting out Andy's barnet.
"More Black & White please."
The Doel Brothers rocked the house, as usual.
Willie kept an eye on proceedings, making sure no line dancers turned up!
It was an absolutely fantastic weekender, we've already booked the cabins for next year. Yee Haw!