It was one of those situations where we needed a kick up the ass, one o’ clock on saturday afternoon and my wife and I are losing motivation to walk up to Ashton court because of the grey skies. "But there’s blue sky over there!", one of our friends said. So we reluctantly started walking, and within minutes it was sunny. By the time we reached the festival there wasn’t a cloud in site and so we claimed our pitch near the main stage and enjoyed the festival picnic style, a group of friends getting sunburnt to the distorted sounds of local bands and the taste of beer, entertaining small people, or rather them entertaining us.