The main task for Sunday was to take down the tent and pull the trolleys of gear back to the car.  We got our act together so that we took one load back before the communion service at ten, and then returned to take the tent down, by which time it was pretty much dry, and take the second load back to the car.

Just time for one more talk from an artist passionate about the provenance of leather, a quick look round the bookshop, and a final cup of tea.

Would we go again?  Probably, but not every year – and even if we don’t, we both agreed that it was an experience worth having.