No hippies, lots of countryside

It looks like for once in our lives Aloud is early. Wow! The music doesn't kick off til five, although there is the ominous sounds of amateur bongos coming from somewhere within the campsite. Our Hereford guru, Jim Anthony (who'll be blogging later) is currently in a sulk about the fact that he faces a weekend of hippies and the countryside. Correction, he's going "Come on countryside, do what you're told," and hammering tent pegs into the ground with a vast hammer. He likes it all really, as long as you feed him enough whiskey. We've just been up to the main house, Baskerville Hall to have a chat to the organisers. We get to have showers in the hall. Brilliant! And, even better, there's a sauna as well as the pools that have been keeping our dreams happy for the last fortnight. We don't really *get* saunas, probably because we don't do enough exercise to reap any actual benefit, but who cares? It's free! Time to open the booze. Jim's looking slightly rabbit caught in headlights-ish in a city sort of way.