MY legs may ache, but as I resume my several day jobs as artist manager and private event organiser there is a slight feeling of satisfaction that we may have finally turned a corner with our lovely Cornbury Festival.

What a fantastic weekend. Obviously we couldn’t have been luckier with the weather, but the overall reaction from our wonderfully loyal supporters has been fantastic.

James Blunt’s comment that he’d “never played anywhere so beautiful” probably best sums up the reaction to our new site. Everyone seemed to have a brilliant time. Backstage we had our fair share of amusements – the delightful Cyndi Lauper told me that her managers had told her over many years that if she kept on plugging away at the indoor shows, she’d one day make it to a festival. As it turns out, Cornbury was her first UK festival in her 40-year career.

James Blunt’s innovative approach to going on stage – crowd surfing his way there – proved a hit with the punters, and afterwards we provided cake and candles as he celebrated his father’s 65th birthday. Saturday’s backstage antics brought more fun as we provided revitalising vitamin potions for the older rockers, while I embarrassed myself gushing over my own favourites Deacon Blue – until Ricky Ross gently corrected me when I misnamed one of their classics Fergus (Feargal!) Sings the Blues’.

We also had our first celebrity romance debut: the gorgeous Fearne Cotton entwined with her new love, Ronnie Wood’s son Jessie.

We were on overdrive by Sunday so weren’t too irritated by the complications caused by trying to land the helicopter bringing Noel Edmonds, nor Status Quo’s dietary requirements.

The Straits rocked the house – becoming instant festival favourites with many of our punters, and our youngest popstar Olly Murs was stoic among the over excited teenagers who had won a chance to meet their idol. After a long difficult year, I’m relieved that we pulled it off in such style – and relieved that it’s all over.... until we start again.