My fellow Cardiffians and Gracelanders,
I come in peace. I am about to board a large shiny aluminium tube and go sailing through the air for hours on end whilst staring out the window until I arrive in that fabled Land of Sing-Song and Brain’s Dark. Whenceforth I shall be descending upon Greenbelt for a bit of a knees up and whatever else happens at one of your fabulous Christian arts and music festivals. Yes all the way from Wonderful Windang (which is a bit like Treco Bay, only 100 times better, and with the added benefit of sun… and surf) via Korea to Wales and Greenbelt – the last bit in the back of Ed’s car.
Looking forward to catching up with The Lost of Lost in Graceland and flying an Aussie flag on the green and pleasant fields of Cheltenham Racecourse.
Oh and singing the odd hymn in the beer tent!
PS (my wife Gail has decided that staying with relatives and catching up with the gossip and news and a warm soft bed at night is somehow more preferable than sharing a sleeping bag and a tent with me! and a field full of strange and wonderful people!!)