I'm still reeling around in a post Greenbelt haze. Archdruid Eileen, should you be lurking around, I can confirm that the rain prayers worked well. If the sight of the middle-aged woman seen kneeling in front of her jammed open tent zip late on Friday evening, whilst uttering strange inarticulate sounds of ectasy and praise is anything to go by, only too well. The tent dried out - eventually, though my cargos seem to be harbouring a new and interesting type of mould.
Read last week's blog of the week here.