Which pretty much captures the nature of this summer of the unexpected.
Perhaps most of all the weather: nearing August the days of heat in the North can be counted on the fingers of one hand, while the alternation between humidity and chills is unfathomably quick.
Featuring a number of public performances in the Market Square, my favourite (for sheer entertainment) was The Ant Orkezdra, featuring stilts, trombones and dancing 8 foot ants.
But in terms of musical joy, the closing act, Cottas Club, were unrivalled. I could have listened to them all day.
With a few giant ants thrown in for good measure.