Sunday

Even though we were based at a house this year, I wasn't going to miss out on the traditional all you can eat for a fiver breakfast at The Unicorn, so we got up early and headed off.
We just about managed to beat the queues and eventually got ourselves on the outside of one of those breakfasts that meant you were going to give lunch a miss.
We got on site to catch part of Malinky's Karine Polwart delivering her singing and harmony workshop. They had just started doing rounds when we got there. Even considering that this was a group of people that had only got together less than twenty minutes ago, it was really good.
The workshops are a vital part of what Cambridge is about. That and the signup sessions help to ensure that the festival puts bucket loads back into the wide and varied scene and doesn't just draw from it.
It's almost time for the first act to get things going. There's the usual announcements, including the one about suncream, ha ha. Yesterday's rain had left the site looking more than a wee bit muddy, but not at Glastonbury proportions.
Give Way has got the honour of getting people into the Sunday. A task made all the harder by the tradition of playing The Archers on the Sunday Morning. The girls are the youngest ever to have played the mainstages. A fact driven home by the security guard that tries to stop them getting on stage because there's no children backstage.
They took off exactly where they'd left off yesterday, right on top form. They seemed more relaxed maybe because the Radio Two stage had eased them into it. There was a name check for Fiddler's Bid who helped inspire the girls by playing a master class at their school.
I'd like to hear more, but I've got to get across the site and catch up with some old friends. On the way to meet them, I pass the Radio 2 stage and catch some of The Holmes Brothers. It's not as gospel as you might have thought and a lot more blues.