Did anyone else have a nightmare trying to get to the top of Box Hill? After 7 odd years notice you'd think they could have had more than one tiny train every hour to Dorking, I felt awful for all the people that could not get on the train. Then all the paths up to Donkey Green were closed by moronic stewards that made us walk miles with my heavily pregnant sister only to find out there was plenty of room at the top. The stewards who knew nothing about the event they were working at would not say who they worked for, or on who's authority they had closed public rights of way. I wasn't really expecting much in terms of organisation, but it was ridiculously pathetic.