We went, we got covered in hay, we survived. And the boy, who we expected to be asleep by 8 o’clock was still throwing himself from an alarming height into huge piles of hay gone 10pm. I can’t remember ever seeing him so excited and happy. It was wonderful to watch.
Getting any decent photos from quite difficult because of the low light, the (usually rapidly) moving subjects and the huge amount of dust in the air from the hay fights, which was picked out whenever I used the flash. Still – I did my best (including several (or more) point and shoot efforts for the folks back home) and the results are here.