Where Will meets Alex Horne

Remember when we used to get people’s autographs? Selfies are a much better marker of saying hello to your heroes in my book. For the record, he said he liked Will’s get up (who wouldn’t?).

Another bimbling day of pleasing ourselves around the festival. We got all packed up in the morning, toddled over the now familiar route. Well I say familiar, as we left I managed to give one group completely incorrect information and then asked Will where the missing field had gone (apparently we had just walked past it).

We sat in the sun, watched the Grand Prix, got right at the front to see Jimmy Carr and Rob Brydon, struggled through Natalie Imbruglia, laughed at the next funny bits. Will drew a line at Steps so we left to come home thereby awarding myself a full day of bank holiday at home tomorrow. Will was shocked to count up that he only has four days of holidays left, some intense emergency shouting into the computer to be conducted before Friday.

Proper loved our weekend, a wonderful time.