The Gershwin and Weill in the second half was wonderful. The rest was the usual formula. I was encouraged by the plethora of EU flags a-fluttering, though it was crystal clear that the Beeb cameramen were under orders to avert their gaze whenever one came into prominent view. We never miss it, and we love Sakari Oramo. Lovely man. Just for once, Danny Boy enjoyed a lovely arrangement, and the Eriskay Love Lilt was sublime. The last twenty minutes of the last night is getting a bit tedious, but what an amazing festival. Go, Beeb!

But isn't Jerusalem a wonderful poem... I don't think most people get the scepticism therein.

I need to catch up with the first half, but, in this wet September, I had to grab the rare chance to cut my grass!