The sun coming out for our festival-organised boat shuttle down the Thames was relief indeed, as we ditched the wellies and reached for the Crocs on our way into the arena.
Saturday afternoon was a melee of young folk, festering in the mire of their GCSE exam results – something the organisers are obviously battling with, given the amount of drug searches, water hand outs and well-oiled system of pulling kids out of the mosh pit.