It’s a blindingly obvious title, accepted. Memories of the mud at last year’s wash out are fading fast as the sun beats on the white tents in the Welsh valley. Actually the tents are in England, the car park across the road is in Wales as is the town centre – a ten minute walk from the literary action.
The forecast is good and whilst there is some rain, these showers will be eclipsed by brilliant sunshine. So we are set fair for a good week