That first night on the downs I slept in the dubious shelter of a forestry plantation called War Down, tucked into my little bivouac tent while the rain slipped down the conifer needles.
The dirt floor over which the festival tent is pitched is decorated with little more than a balcony and a bed, and the actors charge from scene to scene with bracing speed, relishing Shakespeare's bawdiness and rising to his heights of eloquence.
Does the event need the rush and volume of creative hackers, free thinkers, and open web advocates that drove Interactive from a little sideshow of Film and Music to becoming the tent-pole tech event of year?