Indeed, mud was the predominant theme - "God bless the Duke of Wellington" was my regular cry :) Other than that though, it was great - obviously, I would say that as a performer etc., but when the heavens finally closed on Sunday, the feeling on the field (dubbed the Field Of Wet Dreams for the weekend) was one of triumph that we'd all made it :)

Huge respect for the site crew - they'd laid an aluminium roadway down to about half-way, but from there on down it was all carrying by hand - they did an amazing job.

Some of the performances were superb - Dick Gaughan was as brilliant as ever, Nathan Kaye was completely enchanting and for some strange reason, each time Praying for the Rain (and then the Dominic/Amanda set) played, it *stopped* raining.

All in all, it still felt like Stainsby, but with added work! Indeed, it was a shame Ken couldn't make Sunday - even the fittest among us were struggling up and down the field (whereas normally it takes an hour to get down to the toilet, what with all the "Ey oop - not seen thi since last year" etc., this year was 1 1/2 hours at least) - I came home Mon night and slept for 14 hours straight!