We were flogging Black Diamond Accordions on the Saturday in the Westway Precinct, where the morris displays were, so didn't get to see any of the performers. The organisation was absolutely chaotic, quite frankly, but we had a lot of interest from passing punters, completely oblivious to the fact the folk festival was on at all. Very different from Cheltenham, the weekend before, which the town council had supported royally, big posters on every lamp post.

Paul Hutchinson of Belshazzar's Feast and Edwin Beasant of Pilgrim's Way dropped by for a play (Edwin has a new monster box from Beltuna that is absolutely stunning) and several other delightful people gave us a tune.

After we'd packed up and had some nosh, we hit the Blue Boar, as we read that there was some kind of a session there, but it turned out to be 'folk-a-oake', or karaoke folky, so we were out of the door like a whirlwind. How the organisers had the gall to put that rubbish on the programme, I don't know.

Greg