Peg Foles

Being half way up a mountain, slap bang in the middle of Wales, we weren’t that surprised to find it chucking it down when we pulled into Hay-on-Wye in anticipation of the literary festival’s 25th birthday celebrations. But with the promise of getting up close with some of the world’s most well-read intelligentsia, there was no way the rain was stopping us. So with an umbrella in one hand and an ice cream in the other, we threw ourselves straight into the highbrow mudbath just in time for the sun to come out.

Being half way up a mountain, slap bang in the middle of Wales, we weren’t that surprised to arrive to find it was chucking it down on arrival in Hay for the festival's 25th birthday celebrations. But with the promise of getting up close with some of the literary world’s hottest talent, there was no way the rain was stopping us and with an umbrella in one hand and an ice cream in the other, we threw ourselves straight into the highbrow mudbath just in time for the sun to come out.