East Bergholt 1980
Weather was good and hot, one afternoon broken by a heavy downpour. We crowded into Simple Simon's marquee, except the guy from Norwich with all the Shakespeare in his head. He stood outside,eyes upwards hidden by the awning, and declaimed a medley of soliliquies, with the rain pouring down his face. At some other point he stood chest deep in the middle of the dew pond orating, and splashing hecklers.
