I’m at Arley Hall, just south of Manchester, for a drive-in cinema screening of Moulin Rouge. Thus far I have been directed the wrong way by lacksadaisical marshalls, and told off by the car next to me for parking too close, despite us all being guided in by said marshalls. Is funny. There are maybe 80 cars here atm. It’s an odd atmosphere - everything’s very subdued. Film starts at 2100. I have skittles