The rain cleared around quarter to seven and the fireworks went up as planned at seven fifteen. Most left afterwards and the spectator area had two inches of slurry across it, with pools in places, it flowed back into footprints.
Sunday helped indoors, my long job was counting wet money. One roll of fivers went splat and we had to dry coins to weigh them. Our last wet year we made about £300 and we were thinking bad thoughts, but also thinking there'd been a lot of people filing past.
Thinking we'd probably just covered our considerable costs, we were amazed to tot up a profit that is two thirds our good weather total.
I got told the air was rarer up in the hills....hang on a minute this was Peak District...not the Andes....
