A typical festival experience comprises the following: a rural setting, great music, lesser music, variable comedy, a smattering of circus skills and a grim encounter with a loo. On this score, Meadowlands delivered.

In a line-up that was the Brighton music scene in a selection of very beautiful tents, highlights included the barnstorming Oscillator with their all-out Specials-go-Balkan-and-pack-the-Hammond-organ vibe.

By Sunday afternoon we had lift-off with fabulous Brighton 11-piece jump-jive band Fat 45, while for an altogether gentler beaming up there was bluegrass from Hatful Of Rain and Piaf-style folk from Apples & Eve.

But it was the comedy and theatre programming that begged the question festival organisers should address before next year’s fifth birthday: who is their audience? Sure, there was brilliance – particularly the anarchic and brave Phil Kay. But screaming about anal sex is seldom funny, and especially not to a front row of under-12s at three in the afternoon.

Refreshingly low-key on the commerce front, Meadowlands provided well for all those Year 11 leavers on a blow-out and families on a budget who wanted a bit of local festival fun. But beware boutique: once that stuff takes hold, you start thinking it’s normal to pay £2 to go to the loo.