We rocked up about 4pm on the Wednesday. Pitching my tent in that heat was no laughing matter. I literally had to strip wash and change my clothes after because I was so drenched with sweat my clothes were dripping afterwards. Thankfully half an hour draped over my tent and they were bone dry again.
I loved 2017 weather, the mist coming in on the Wednesday night after the fireworks made the site look magnificent in the night, coloured swathes of lit mist everywhere. Every morning some mist and a light shower so thin it barely counted as rain, so you could get a bit of a lie in, every afternoon glorious sunshine without being 7000 degrees centigrade and no shade. Probably my favourite year for the weather (although 2022 and 2024 put in a good show)
And even then a wet winter is no guarantee. Last year we had a mild, damp winter and a long, wet and cooler spring and early summer. All the signs were that it could be a wet one and somehow the 5 best days of the summer fell at just the right moment and the only evidence it could have gone to sh*t was the insane amount of woodchip that turned West Holts into a dirty brown pile of ankle twisting mini logs.