Day five of the festival and I've picked up the blogging baton from Sarah. The rain is pouring down but, undeterred, the punters are pouring in already. Even over the sound of the deluge thundering down on the canvas roof of the press tent I can hear the excited screams of a swarm of hyped-up young children rushing to hear writer Cressida Cowell tell them how to be a pirate and train a dragon.
We've got a more sombre morning in store: Saul David on British imperial ignominy, followed by Ben Shepherd on the liberation of Belsen. And then William Hague. I doubt any of them will tell me how to train my dragon but I'll let you know...
