We arrived the day before it started and got a sweet camp spot. Me and Fryman put up Raph's hilarious 'baby boomer' tent, also known as the 'Taj Mahal'.
Business was brisk at the Beatbox all weekend. We made and sold a lot of good food and also had a lot of laughs.
By the end of it all, we only had fries left. People kept buying 'em.
A lot of the time, I was cutting up tomatoes, washing lettuce and 'pounding cow' (making patties from big bags of mince-meat, which I always seemed to be carrying when I saw the Hari Krishnas from the tent next door). I also made the coffee to keep up staff morale.
Working with customers is fun and sometimes nerve-racking. I was tongue-tied for the first half hour and kept saying words like 'mate' and 'hi' at the wrong point in the conversation. But after a while, I slipped into it and started enjoying myself - it's a bit like performing on a stage, I imagine.
The campsite had expanded exponentially, a mass of guy ropes, cooler bags and driza-bones.
One night we couldn't find the tents, because Raph's Taj Mahal had collapsed in the rain.
When I wasn't working, I mostly lay in the tent eating fruit and biscuits, reading Steve Martin's autobiography 'Born Standing Up'.
I also listened in on people's conversations as they sat around being hungover or drinking.
A happy coincidence, I ran into Milly and her friends one night and hit the Pink Flamingo bar for a couple of cocktails. Ed and I returned there the next night to a very different scene, which he likened to a place set up immediately following a natural disaster.
Raph let me escape the box to watch Neil Finn play as the sun went down on Saturday night. It was really beautiful! I was frustrated with the people standing near me who carried on talking and making boring jokes, but they paid for their tickets and I didn't and they're probably really nice people.
It got pretty muddy at some stages, but it didn't bother me or anyone else that much.
The man of the match was unquestionably Fryman. Raph and him have a special relationship, illustrated well in this shot taken on Sunday while packing up.
We stopped for our traditional meal at the pub in Meredith, where it became apparent we were all a bit knackered.