This year we have seen just one film from the festival - Derek, about the director Derek Jarman, a mostly great biopic.
Last night PJ and I settled in for the night on the couch to watch a three filmed festival of our own downloaded devising: Stephen Fry: The Secret Life of the Manic Depressive, Our World: Billy Bragg and The Free Voice of Labour: The Jewish Anarchists. A great selection of films about independence and resilience.
After all those movies and hours of transporting ourselves elsewhere, I was wired and slept poorly. It felt good to wake this morning as myself.
Ticket from when my sister E supported Billy Bragg earlier this year.
(Thanks for the pic, mum!)