How to get to the Festival

I should have read the papers, listened to the radio or the weather forecast. But, as I seldom do any of those things, I was at Padddington station at 9am on Satuday morning, trying to get to the Port Eliot Festival...

   

I take a train to Bristol. No idea whether I'll get any further connection...

They say the British love nothing so much as a crisis...

When I eventually get there I'll be meeing Tom Hodgkinson, editor of The Idler magazine, who has promised to give me ukulele lessons. In an interview in the Telegraph last week he said, 'Idleness allows you to turn a situation from boredom to pleasure'. I'm working on it...