Another year, another Woodford. It rained, of course. A bit more than usual, and the site was already insanely wet, so it felt like a really wet Woodford, but I think it was only about half rainy days.

Still, as we arrived, thanks to a kindly lift from Mr Scott, it already looked as wet as “the” wet year did after a week. That lead to a last minute change of plan and a camp site up on the hill, out in the new territories, which I think despite the long walk was a good decision. Our camp site was muddy, but only locally, ie. we didn’t have the contents of the camp site up the hill flowing into ours.

We’d also seen the weather forecast and decided to bring the Swedish tent, which as you can imagine is able to handle rain. So there we were pretty comfortably setup, and so ensued a week of music and fun and all things hippyish.

Highlight of the week would have to be beating Scott at his marble game, which he brought all the way from Africa so that I could beat him on it. In fact I think he had it hand carved just so I could beat him on it.

The other highlight would have to be the very cute and funny Passenger, who we might have seen three or four times, but he was very good, writes nice songs and sings them well, with a chuckle and a sparkle in his eye.

Tim Rogers was another standout, his solo show is a bit like watching a train crash in slow motion, compelling viewing. Somewhat surprisingly Tim Freidman was also really good. Kevin Rudd stopped past, and managed to actually be quite good, the whole robot bureaucrat thing is actually an act it seems, god knows why. And of course most of the usual suspects were there, all were good.