Back from my festival. I packed up after Seth Lakeman last night, and decided to drive straight home while the roads were relatively empty. It was 165 miles. We had a very heavy thunder shower about 4 yesterday, and more rain was forecast for the morning, so with only the fly sheet wet at the time, I decided to throw it all into the Volvo and sort it out today. I got back at 1.15am.

The washing is sorted, the fly sheet is on the line to get it dry before today's forecast rain arrives later on. I'm not too fussed with packing it away too well, as it will all be out again for Beverley Folk Fest in a couple of weeks.

This morning's task is to list all the remaining bits and bobs that need doing to the house. In a minute I have to empty the glory hole under the stairs, as that is going to be carpeted with the leftover bit from the ground floor carpet (how swish - even the cupboard interior will match!) It hasn't been decorated in the 20 odd years I've been here, so some leftover paint can be slapped onto the walls. There is not too much in there, but there are long-forgotten odds and sods at the back, I'm sure.

Did a lot of walking at the festival, but I also ate well...if I go to weigh-in tonight, I'll see.

Andrea