My Dear Readers will know that Shrewsbury Folk Festival features an awful lot in my stories. I am now back from the latest. I had to hire a car to get there and back, and as my neighbour helped load it, she asked if I really should be going, given my explosion in health issues.."Got to try..."

It was bloody hard work pushing a zimmer frame round a field with a camping chair balanced on top, but when I went into the bar on the Thursday night, I ran into six friends in twenty minutes, all asking where I had been last year---people I only know from this festival. I only went to the bar on Thursday and Sunday, when I met someone else from this site. We drank beer, nattered, and ended up talking bikes and stuff with some random man.

And it hammered down with rain.

But I have sore left-hand finger tips.

I don't know if I can manage another weekend like that, but I suspect I'll still book the ticket, in hope