It’s a striking combination of cultures: Pagan, post-punk, tourists, booze-ups, political May Days, beer festivals, fireworks, dancing, drumming bands and Morris dancers.
Later this afternoon the Grumpy Vegan walked along the seafront to see the thousands of bikers who came from across the country every year on this day. Here’s a link to the useless local paper, The Obscurer, for photographs of bikers galore.
Hastings, once again, shows itself as such an unusual town with two concurrent events attracting polar opposites of attendees.