Bugger, again. I could walk to that festival. Red wellies since you ask. I was all set to man the Glosfolk stall. Still I have enough on my plate inventing a suitable barrage to deflect water and then another to tank the front door on Joy's farmhouse. This was unprecedented in it's severity. But the warning is there. It ain't gonna get better. Festival organisers need to look to their sites and plan.

More global temperature means more evaoration and there is a lot of surface area of water to evaporate. Where does it go? And how long can it stay there? Who'd a thought it would try to fall in big dollops in localised areas? East Europeans - maybe. Residents of Lewes, Boscastle, Lynton and Lynmouth - what was it that history was saying?