It didn't matter if you were a republican or a monarchist, as the atmosphere in Abbotsham was all about sharing a great British tradition. Real ale was flowing, the BBQ seemingly fed hundreds, and a great village got together on hallowed ground over looking the cliffs that define them. By 10pm it was still just about light, and the Beacon was lit, whilst the folk band led the ceilidh. Apparently some 4200 were lit across the commonwealth yesterday, but as we sung the national anthem, and all celebrated in the beauty of a rural English village, a small but perfect left-hander pushed through in the background.