As we came over the brow of the hill into the Vale of Avalon today, it was hard not to be struck - once again - by how beautiful the place is. A lush, green, sun-soaked dell, with a tent city nestling cheerily amid the trees, and on the horizon the dark proud silhouette of the Tor against a pale blue summer sky. It's hard, indeed, not to come over all hippy and start wittering about it being a magical place.
The weekend, I hope and expect, holds many delights, but that first glimpse of the valley was - all on its own - worth coming 150 miles to see.
