Muddied but unbowed

So, I survived (just) and live to tell the tale. As one of our party commented, we can now tick the box in the list of Things To Do Before You Die that says "Wake up in the middle of a flash flood". Actually, regardless of the thunder / lightning / rain / mud of Friday, the whole shebang was really rather ace.

Accompanying me throughout the experience / ordeal was my trusty pen and paper, so you can look forward to a full festival diary appearing on SWSL over the next couple of days, just for you. (Well, that's not strictly true - jotting things down was a handy way of reminding myself each morning of where on earth I'd been the previous evening when booze had started to make it all more than a little confusing...) Expect tales of beards, punk rock cabaret, bellydancing, hillbilly covers of AC/DC songs, ketamine casualties and people mutating into peanuts...

In the meantime, and because what appears here will sadly be photo-free, check out Swiss Toni's report from the trenches and Andy's pictures from the front line.