Darkness formed around me. Like an apocalyptic vision, the late afternoon sunshine faded and great, black, mountainous clouds grew above. The clouds swirled and expanded until, in one great release, a single streak of lightning launched itself to the ground, hopefully smiting some layabout who happened to be stealing lead from a church roof at the time. I felt, just for a few seconds, that I was in hell. This had nothing to do with the weather above me, of course, but the fact that I was in a traffic jam on the M6 motorway. Luckily, the traffic soon cleared and I was on my way to a converted church in Alvechurch, where I was meeting Lyndsey before heading out to Napton Festival. The black clouds and lightning didn’t bode well for a music festival, but
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