My dream about a race course "festival" involved a totally inside-out structure whereby participants had to work hard all day to achieve results showcased in the evening ceilidhs.
Only bands consisting of excellent musicians capable of running these workshops would be booked.
They'd nominate workshop participants who could to play along for dancing later.
Meanwhile there'd be dance and voice workshops to assess participants for spots in the breaks.
Absolutely no GEFFs or wannabe popstars. Any strays from the 3 Tuns would be redirected to some barn somewhere.
But aaaagh, the thought of looming ASBOs served by local farmers because of the racket in the barn?
Would they believe us when we protested "nowt to do with us guv?"
Is Matthew Parris a local magistrate?
Nah, far too much bother.
I'll start seeking a location well removed from Thirsk, the Nashville of the North.