Friday
Outside I bump into a festival goer that's just raving about Breabach's appearance in the Club Tent the night before. "Like AfroCelt or Martyn Bennett without the techno sh!t. Absolutely scorching performance, the two 'pipes, the fiddle, everything. Why are they only playin' once?" A good question.
Still I tossed my coin and went with the flow, there's no time for regret, I really enjoyed Alabama Three and that's what counts.
As predicted the sun and breeze are drying out the site. The mud's less sticky and things are definitely firmer under foot. Time for a glass of real lemonade.
The Mojo interview this year is Steve Earle. Unlike previous interviews it's going to be pure question and answer. He's not going to be interspersing the interview with songs. Steve joked that he didn't want to ruin his set this evening.
He hints that there might be money behind it "I maybe a socialist, but I'm not stupid."
Mojo regular contributor Phil Sutcliffe hosts the session, but there's a radio mic touring the audience.
My evil twin wonders is anyone is going to ask the question, "Steve, when you were in prison did you ever drop the soap in the showers?" Fortunately the audience is more angelic and most of the questions concern his music and his impeccable left wing credentials. His anti-war songs and anti-Bush songs, the presidents that is.
Steve's wife Allison Moorer is watching respectfully from the side of stage, as is Steve Knightley.
There's time to grab a pint before heading across the site to catch the start of the Main stage.
Kicking off that stage this year are Quebecois act Le Vent Du Nord. Performing in their native French, the band play a combination of songs and tunes, the common theme being their dancability.
There's a lot of fiddles and, instrument of the moment hurdy gurdy, plus guitar and keyboards.
The voices work well off each other and there's a good few whoops from the audience.
They try to suss out just how 'French' the audience, "Has anyone been to Quebec?" There's not exactly a sea of hands going up.
Le Vent Du Nord, came, played and whilst they didn't exactly conquer, they entertained and if they played locally I'd go along and watch.
Gray clouds pass over, fortunately they keep moving, but there's more than a few nervous glances towards the sky.
Between sets we spot the sign of the festival, "Queue Here To Complain That The Festival In Not As Good As It Used To Be", I suspect a tongue firmly in the side of a cheek.
Allison Moorer kicks in the Americana side of the festival with a solo performance, her, her guitar and a voice that reminds me so much of Patsy Cline.
There's two mics on stage so there's a good chance that she's going to be joined at some stage by husband, Steve Earle, but I'm betting it's not going to be in the first three songs, our allocated times in the press pit.
With the humidity coming out of the now rapidly warming grass and sun beating down, it was just as it should be for country.
Allison has been raised on country and at times her life has been like a country and western song, her dad killed her mom before killing himself.
Country music is in her soul and she has the knack of being able to make almost anyone's songs sound hers. "I Was Dancing Barefoot" now sounds as much Allison's as it does Patty Smith's.
As predicted Steve came on during her set, he also hangs around at the back of the stage when the next act, Sharon Shannon plays.
Allison's brand of country hits a sweet spot, and no not just because of the country girls and guitars thang. She's a great performer that is able to really emote songs.
There's time to grab a quick bite to eat before Sharon Shannon takes the stage, she's got a big band with her, so even a quick change over is slightly longer than usual.