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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Wednesday 26 December 2007 (Day View) – I attend Woodford Folk Festival.

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26.12.2007 – Wednesday 26 December – Woodford

Morning

• I drive to Woodford, which is a bit of a drama as Bronwen and I had both forgot our tickets, requiring a detour via Bronwen’s grandfather’s place to print new ones. This is further complicated by Bronwen having lost her wallet, including her required identification. Fortunately our volunteer status lets us into Woodford without identification for Bronwen, where we manage to find one of the last remaining spots on Cloud Nine, and pitch our tent, along with my birthday present from Bronwen’s parents—its new centre pole.

Afternoon

• We attend our volunteer training, and wander around the folk festival. It looks rainy. It is rainy. Not good.