OH GOD THE MUD.
Lots of rain and lots of people trampling around on grassy fields led to the expected result. I gave up on having clean feet some point on Friday evening. At least the stages were covered, one of them was inside and the seating area kept clean and the loos inside the building were actually kept pleasant. Poor cleaning staff though.
I kept Charles pretty clean and determinedly kept the inside of the tent clean and dry, sacrificing a muslin to mud-wiping duty. A 2-3 man tent is quite fun for just me and Charles, once I'd stopped worrying about things being messy, and it's very cosy cuddling together and listening to the rain drum on the outside. The luggage plan worked, and keeping the rucksack on the buggy and piling other damp things on top was also good (thank you to
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ailbhe who I think suggested that). The downside was having to mostly-dismantle the buggy in order to de-ant it on departure.
Oh yes, and there was good music too! Show of Hands were excellent, and I need to buy the album(s) I'm missing. I've now finally heard Oysterband and enjoyed them even through a sleepy haze. Instinkt were a fun new discovery, and I have CDs from a couple of the lunchtime sessions artists: Tracey Curtis and Robb Johnson (who is sometimes a bit too right-on for my liking, but made me both laugh and cry with different songs). I didn't hear anyone I actively disliked and overall the atmosphere was fun and relaxed, even with the mud-of-doom. Glad I went.