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As I write this the rain is bucketing down and the umbrellas and ponchos are up all over the site. It's unusual weather for Cambridge in previous years you were more likely to suffer from sunstroke rather than trench foot. Perhaps it's global warming or perhaps we're just unlucky this year. Whatever, the crowd are still up for it and not letting a little thing like a major flood put them off. In true Brit spirit, with their chins just above the lapping floodwaters, they're singing and clapping away like good'uns. Meanwhile I'm off in the rowboat to the food stall for a veggie curry and rice. What larks Pip!!!