It is the end of August and I have been to two more festivals. The sun was shining for Farmer Phil's Festival and it was dry enough to sit down. Rob was there with his dog, as it is one of the few festivals you are allowed to take a dog too. I took a disposable BBQ and when it was very late and the bands and big noises had gone quiet, I got out my torch and cooked sausages in the dark.

Last weekend I was at Galtres Festival and I forgot to take my wellies. It rained all the way there and cars were being towed by a big tractor out of the deep mud that got on my clothes and in my shoes and round my ankles and everywhere else.

The tent where the music and comedy was going on was full of people and I nearly didn't get in. There was a medieval village with loads of storytelling kings and bards and pirates. I had a pork and stuffing sandwich with real stuffing.