Three years in and this thing just gets better and better.
If you'd told me back in 2013 that we'd welcome Twoismers from Los Angeles, New York and Phoenix, I'd have rightly assumed you were insane and yet...
Still, sometimes things don't always go smoothly. Those of us arriving early hooked up the night before for a beer in The Granary, Wareham and watched from their riverside balcony as a storm of truly biblical proportions rolled in over the Purbecks. Next morning, the vagaries of an overly-officious UK border guard also put a major spanner in the works, reminders that no matter how well we plan these things something can always come out of leftfield. Unperturbed, 14 dorks descended on Dorset, all basically here to listen to a ratty old boombox, eat, drink, and hope the notoriously fickle British weather didn't wash them into the English Channel.
Was truly incredible to welcome our overseas guests, bkillsb, rodheh and adecentman. But it was equally awesome to welcome back Novayshun, Scotronica and Matty after their sabbatical in 2014.
As far as I recall (and you'll have to forgive me, I was leathered after 2 and half pints of cider, 6 cans of Carlsberg export, spiced rum, Tallisker and a draw on Matty's hash pipe), we had Campfire Headphase, the last few tracks from Tomorrow's Harvest, a bit of Stars of the Lid, Miles Davis, Vangelis....I forget what else.
However, there was one special moment, thanks to Ae. Five pristine copies of the new One On Twoism Vol.6 compilation as gifts to our deserving travelers. Fredd-e also sent his regards with a cool BOCPages gift too - thanks man! Showcasing Robin's mix was, for me, the highlight. It was amazing to see the reaction to what is a real watershed moment for the OOT series in my view. This one is going to be big, so get on it people! Cupz, Rodheh has your copy

As midnight loomed, a glorious full moon arrived over the sea, casting monolithic shadows against the cave walls. Glowsticks were made into headbands and necklaces, Vballs gave a demand performance of his drunken Englishmen on a clifftop routine. As Thom Yorke once sang 'Stand up, sit down!'. A hero in human form.
And so, onto Scotland!











