Summer seems to have ended with a bang - or to be more precise, a couple of apocalyptic thunderstorms on Saturday, during the afternoon and evening sessions of Folk East. It's been the first time the event has been staged, and hopefully not the last, although there were one or two teething problems. The festival's in the grounds of Somerleyton Hall, an eccentric crumbling relic of privilege just over the border in Suffolk, and although the music on the day we went was mostly good, the two best bands - Bellowhead and Lau - were playing at the same time on different stages, which proved to be both disappointing and annoying, so I ended completely missing Lau. Friends we were with braved the downpours to sit through sets by Plainsong and the Leisure Society on the main outdoor stage, while my wife and I opted for the relative warmth and dryness of the other stage, which was under canvas.
At the end of the evening, they were soaked, and Pat, who was our designated driver, ended up driving us home in her underwear.
Thankfully, we weren't stopped by the police.