I spent the weekend at Fairport Convention's annual festival at Cropredy (as I do most years). The weather wasn't great - mostly cold and blowy with smatterings of rain - but the worst of it did hold off until, literally, the dying seconds of the festival when the Heavens opened and it POURED, solidly, for 12 hours, accompanied by howling gales.
Needless to say the night in the tent wasn't too clever!
Here's some pics...
