As I sit by my lonely garrett (!!) window the sun is trying to break through the gentle haze in preparation for another sunny day.

Everything seemed to go well yesterday unless someone tells me otherwise. There are lots of familiar faces around and a lot of people happy that the festival is on.

The Nook was heaving (literally at one point but Sheila is her mother's daughter and coped admirably), the Strawbs were going down well in the Picturedrome and Ray and the Barnsley people were hosting what looked like a popular participatory session in the Bridge. Duncan had a hard time in Carniceria without PA but took it in good part and we will learn from that experience - sorry Duncan.

I didn't make it to any other gigs - there is only a certain amount a body can do on a Friday night.

I have unmasked everyone now but Soldier Boy and I intend to do that today.

Right now time for the boiled egg and soldiers - see you all later today.