Well, I've made it to the 'holding area' ready to get in at 1200, after a rubbish journey- must be slowest ever to Sillystone from base. The ever increasing traffic levels will drive me (no pun intended) into emigrating to a desert island before I'm much older....
Oh, and it's cold, windy and raining!
Moose, 'passes' for competitors are in fact full weekend wristbands, and nothing spare in this camp, I'm afraid.