It was just like Friday, and a complete transformation from the lovely day before.
We stood under umbrellas in the open for the first act, Noura Mint, singing Sahara desert blues?
Others had given up and just sat in the mud.
We then retreated, in quite heavy rain, to the real ale tent...
..venturing out from time to time to see Alhousseini Anivolla and Maarja Nuut - fluid desert-blues guitar meets stylistic folky violin? - it is world music remember!
It was then time for a warming coffee and cake....
...while going back and forth to watch Aussie Kim Churchill.
After a bit of a stroll down "main street"...
...and checking out African poetry reading accompanied by drumming in the Poetry Shack, and some Afro Cuban meets Bangladeshian music, we felt we had had enough and joined the exodus from the event. This was the standard child transport system...
...plus there was plenty of "heavy lifting".
For some reason, we were pleased we hadn't camped!!
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