Well, campers, I am now a resident of the People's Republic of Woodford, typing my initial report to you on the world's slowest frigging computer in a pretty disorganised internet cafe. So cut me some slack, because I keep pressing the wrong buttons on this awful, awful keyboard and I know any minute I will lose everything I've typed, and I've paid for half an hour, but at the speed of the computer you will only get 15 minutes of value.
OK. The theme at this year's festival is RAIN. The subtext is MUD. The dominant fashion look is raincoat or umbrella and Crocs. I've resisted buying a pair of Crocs for ages now, dunno why (probably because I'm never interested in anything until they're waaaayyyy out of fashion) but I succumbed today because they are perfect for trudging through slimy mud and over water-logged gravel. After the first few hours of rain you stop worrying about keeping anything dry, and just move through the rain as if it's perfectly normal to be soaked to the skin. The rain stops occasionally and everyone murmurs about the news saying that it'll be over by lunchtime, but just like both world wars, I think we're in for the long haul.
You can tell the locals from the tourists. People like me and my family find this situation utterly exotic and wish we could bottle the weather and send it home to the folks. The locals just roll their eyes and get on with it, wearing Crocs that are beaten-up and old.
We've dug a trench around the tent, so it's relatively dry inside, but everything, including the pillows, are damp. I never thought I'd crave the Queensland heat, but I do. I'm cold, and didn't pack a jumper. I have one pair of jeans, and they're pretty muddy, and it's only the first full day of the festival (yesterday I set my mobile phone alarm to wake us at 5.30 to get to the festival ahead of the hordes, and I forgot to allow for no daylight savings. We were halfway there before we realised that we'd risen at 4.30! So we've been here a long time already...)
As far as entertainment goes, I've glimpsed the Audreys from afar, over a sea of people and mud; I helped 50 kids make an accordian book (I had to cancel my classes because of my dratted ladybits, but I'm assisting my replacement, much to her initial discomfort, until she realised that I didn't give a toss how she did the bookmaking...); I've wandered around endlessly admiring the setting and variety of people, and I'm due to see a shitload of good circus and cabaret tonight.
My favoritest moment today was reading The Road by Cormac McCarthy whilst waiting for King Curly. It was such a great combination, because KC sing about such weird dystopian scenarios, and when I left the session the hairs on my head were standing on end.
OK, time's up, but I will be back sometime, and hopefully I'll be a lot drier. I hoe you're all having a good time too!