The festival site; we learnt many statistics over the weekend, most impressive of which was that 74.6% of the white middle class literate population between the ages of 50 and 65 were at Hay last weekend
Gill takes the "literary Glastonbury" idea too far by getting stuck in the mud; the girls got more excited than was strictly necessary by the hunky farmhands who came to the rescue. I could tell you more, but what goes on tour stays on tour. Needless to say, they left with a better understanding of the meaning of the references to Greek vases in "Lady Chatterley's Lover"
Mariella does a piece to camera
three litle orphan children playing the violin
I had a lovely cheese scone and pot of tea in this gallery / sculpture garden / tea shop
Hay is where old books and old heroes go to die. Or maybe it is more like a kind of limbo, where they go to reflect on theirs sins and await rebirth.
Captain Jack declared that he wanted to feel what it was like to be a woman. He could have done worse than start by checking out one of Hay's two splendid Dolls House shops
I'll have whatever he is having
Highlight of the weekend without question was the performance of Peter and the Wolf by the Llandiddyllanllandiddyllangugnoch State Chamber Orchestra narrated by "superstar" Gethin Jones
