Woodford folk festival is like a wild circus dreamed up by some crazy pixie who smokes too much of his garden patch delights. We camped out in the mud and rain, though oblivious to the conditions we were missing appropriate provisions (last time I was there with bob evans it was crazy hot). So adventuring bare foot through mud I am well versed, if you ever need someone to walk bare foot through a festival sized mud cake, I am your man.