Then we went for a meander about the site and caught up with some bands and food and art and the lovely man at the chips and coffee van.
This craftsman was here last year and here's the weathered face he did then.
We tracked down the legendary secret stage behind the lake and drew in the crowds quite successfully for our second reading - an acerbic feminist set . Note Diva Babe below reaching for the all important Diva fuel (Gordons and tonic in a can) And then, OMG, here we are actually named on the festival T-Shirt. The fame! I bought a hoodie, very toasty for the chilly evening.
Off to see some more bands - impressed with Bressie, a generous home coming.
And finally the fire parade and fires. There's something enjoyably primeval about bonfires.