I've just seen the whole film, and I think it was even better than I did from just seeing the last bit.   The way they used Kate Rusby and John McCusker at both ends, I felt, rounded it most effecively. And the Kate Rusby's "My Young Man" with the brass accompaniment had an elegiac quality which fed into the dowsing of the flame, and matched the feeling that this wasn't just the end of this year's festival, but very likely much more final than that. The new festival may find its way to being a great festival, but we've lost something precious.

My only complaint was, that chirpy little not-to-worry voiceover at the end, which Shambles noted with disapproval - and to add injury to insult, it came in and drowned out a lovely ending song by the Watersons. It really jarred.

If I'd made that film, and I'd been watching on TV, I'd have been throwing things at the wall at that point, and they'd have had to be restraining me from going round and strangling whoever was responsible for that bit of butchery. (Maybe they do that kind of thing to encourage people to buy the tape or DVD, rather than rely on home-taping. If they ever get round to issuing it. Anyway, I've got it taped.)