For the first time in the festival's short history, it was raining on Friday when we arrived at the site. Luckily our tent is pitched flysheet-first, so we were able to quickly put the flysheet up and push all of our increasingly soggy kit underneath. And I, in my waterproofs, had the task of putting the in pegs while Simon sorted out the inner tent.
I guess everything's relative, but after a hectic week of drafting and negotiation the process of pushing tent pegs into the soft, fragrant ground, while the rain poured down fit to float an ark, was blissfully relaxing. Then, as if to reward my hard work, the sun came out on a distant hill and created a fabulous double rainbow!
The rest of the weekend was sunny and warm but the initial deluge meant that we were sliding around in mud underfoot. Festival professionals will say that's all part of the fun - and the small boy who was wallowing in a deep puddle of silky mud, until there was no boy-coloured skin left showing, certainly seemed to be having a great time.
Among the bands to grace our earbuds was the glorious Richard Hawley. His double-bass player, Colin, was captured here by my talented husband...
So here I am, grubby but relaxed, back at my computer. And ready for more contracts and negotiations!
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