Indoors things stayed heads down and more chin-strokingly deep but tough. A huge European contingent ranged from the poorly programmed Move D- who’s rolling house shuffle wasn’t enough to engage the heart and soul on a weary Sunday night- to the excellent, electro inspired Juju & Jordash who, coincidentally, also helped close proceedings in a main room which was, by then, filled with madmen.

Elsewhere DJ Bone arrived on the decks to rapturous applause and more than a few cries of ‘Deeetroit’. The result was a paint-stripping set of leathering techno, making for the most bizarre Sunday morning breakfast we’ve ever had (though far from the worst). As physical a DJ as you could ask for, the cuts, stabs and beat juggles served as an epiphany of traditional turntablism when compared to contemporary DJing.

Spatial’s acid-house-cum-garage, F’s dubstep-not-dubstep, the punchy and addictive Motor City drums of Myles Serge and the Wolf & Lamb house of Jackmate were also highlights, though lasting memories from the event will no doubt be what happened off-screen. The music may be over by 8am each morning, but by Sunday night many people hadn’t slept in two days, including one of the alarmingly friendly bouncers who continued to look on in bemusement as pupils dilated, roofs were scaled and Banana costumes were donned for fancy dress.

Countless hotel room parties within the Hall went on all day and night, and the campsite action was blessed by good weather meaning distractions were plentiful. 1,000 people had tickets, so running into that guy from last night was near enough guaranteed, while spending four hours talking tracks in his crew’s room was a given. A far cry from the usual faceless 50,000.

Sitting in a pub in rural Shropshire on the Monday afternoon and things finally become clear. We all feel sick, our driver is falling asleep, the last 72 hours are very hazy and our heads ring with the sound of whistles, repetitive drum loops and hysterical laughter.

As intimate as you could ask for, it really is the country’s best house party. Just don’t ask us for invites to next year- we’ve got a waiting list as long as our drive home.