Friday

Friday starts off with an invigorating shower. Suitably refreshed it's time to head off to the site. The percussion workshop is already in full flow with a big selection of kids and their parents enthusiastically banging or shaking the instrument they've been assigned.
After pausing a while to watch the next generation of folk musicians getting enthused it was time to press on to the site proper.
With the sun no where near the yardarm it's a little too early for me to indulge in a beer, but that doesn't seem to have bothered some of the festivalers.
Instead I opt for an icecold glass of real lemonade to take the furry feeling off the tongue.
I finish that in time to get across to the Club Tent for Kathryn Tickell's fiddle workshop. She's got a good crowd of all ages and experiences. A tune is selected as the tuition piece and gradually it all starts coming together.
It's a long session and by the end everyone has really got it. It's a great way to start off the day.
Elsewhere the site is slowly starting to come to life. The big inflatables that have been hanging folornly like giant creatures from the bottom of the abyss come to life as air is pumped in. There are a new addition to the site bringing an extra spark of colour.
The Friday morning is quite quiet. People are still arriving on site. It's a good time to catch up with people that you haven't seen since last year.
It's also a chance up on other people's festivals. I've often said Cambridge isn't one festival, it's a squadron of festivals flying in close formation. As the festival progresses people's individual selections become more and more diverse.

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