we went to asagiri jam last weekend. this was taken the day after the festival finished, we were jumping for joy because the sun had finally come out after so much rain that even my underwear got wet. over the years i have endured and indeed enjoyed many a festival in the rain, but i must admit this one tested even my die-hard festival spirit. there was no shelter. at all. no big circus tent to seek refuge in when the rain got so heavy, my eyelids were being forced shut by the sheer weight of the gigantic raindrops. truth be told i think the organizers could do with taking themselves on a little research trip to the uk. because, when it comes to festivals... we've got it down to an art.