Try avoiding all the usual tinselly plastic things, glittery and gorgeous as they look and ‘Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly’, as the old song goes.

I'll keep this short because it's Saturday night and it's been a long day! A day which I spent wearing a high visibility vest declaring in bold letters on the back that I'm "REALLY WILD". But apart from a very brief spin round the Festival for a quick lunch-break, I was unable to participate much in the goings-on. From where I was stationed, I could only spectate on the activity of the car park and the loos!

But I had such a good time, that it positively flew by; and I'm really looking forward to tomorrow for more of the same!

The Festival has become a leviathan. Not from the perspective of visitors or exhibitors, but for we minions of the organisation the formation of a Community Interest Company and a host of new initiatives for this year it’s been, well, 'stimulating'. Despite which we continue to give the impression of a graceful swan, appearing serene and unruffled, when 'below the waterline' we're paddling as if our lives depended on it!

I wonder how many children these days would know how to make a daisy chain, or that holding a buttercup under the chin would show if someone liked butter, or tell the time with dandelion clocks by counting the number of puffs it took to blow the fluffy seeds off?