If Diane Athill can manage it in her nineties there really are no excuses.
It's fascinating listening to people talking as they walk around. I keep hearing...'We're going to come to this every year now' and I'm not surprised, a fantastic family atmosphere around the main events and a wonderful variety ranging from much quieter and more reflective, to performance art up in the Walled Garden.
Spontaneous 'happenings' just break out all over the place.
I've done the Noodle Kitchen for lunch and it'll be The Orangery for tea in a minute before I catch Craig Taylor's Million Tiny Plays followed by Fisherman's Friends, the Cornish singing fishermen.
Never a dull moment.
I caught the start of Diane Athill's reading with elevenses in the Persephone corner, this year a finely decked out marquee. Persephone will be publishing Diane's collection of short stories in the spring, more to look forward to and Diane, in competition with a microphoned performance across the way, insisted on standing up so that her voice would carry...which it did.