Anyway, two hours later and with 20 minutes until the gates opened I could at last set my stall up. Despite our best efforts at protecting my little table, the wind blew mercilessly, for the remainder of the day. Half of my items had to be left in my bag because they kept falling over. The remaining items had to be regularly chased after and retrieved after each prevailing gust. I would like to say that, after all the effort, I made a killing. However, the only thing that came close to being killed was me after a small child tripped over a guy rope and brought the whole porch compartment crashing down on my head. Oh well, at least I had a good view of the bands! Ta ta for now.