The storm hit us on Saturday afternoon, and as the previous photos indicated it was bleak up on the general camp site. Friends with the L'Arche community got totally washed out and had to go home, talk of a friend of a friend losing his tent (not a big problem) with his iPad in it (a big problem).
Saturday evening's main act was the Asian Dub Foundation and I wasn't really in the mood.
We made a hasty decision on Sunday lunchtime to break the tent down and carry it and all the kit back to the car. This was some distance and my arms are still a bit sore - the stackerbox containing our main kitchen stuff was not packed with long-distance carriage in mind.
I went back and set up my small 2-man tent for the night. Three acts on Sunday evening made up for a lot.
Mud - the novelty wore off quickly
The Proclaimers were brilliant, and the teenagers dancing in the mud were only a bit annoying, then a gap and an all too brief set by Shlomo, followed by Nitin Sawhney. Tom Wright had spoken well earlier in the afternoon, but the lighting up in the gods in the Centaur venue were too low and taking notes was a problem. I also got stonking cramp in my right leg and had to stand up.
Sunday night passed ok, and I got up early on Monday pleased that my now very small amount of kit could be carried by me to the car in one go. John had decamped for the night to the Midlands. Our neighbours were now facing the sorts of pain that we endured yesterday.
On Monday I went to a seminar titled 'Is conflict holding us back?' and found myself sitting next to the man I had been sitting next to at Tom Wright. I then went to find John in the Tiny Tea Tent and, having got my tea and cake, found the same chap with one of his companions on the other end of the table.
Site vibing illuminated tulips
I finished off lying on the floor of Centaur for an hour listening to the wonderful Aradhna and admiring their video backing.

Aradhna - Yeshu Muktinath (Official Music Video) from AradhnaMusic on Vimeo.
As I came out it started to drizzle and that was it, I'm afraid, back to the car and home by early evening. Folk Night wasn't my thing anyway.
My wellies have dried
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