A peaceful Monday morning after an action-packed weekend. Definitely the most fun festival of the season so far, the Acoustic Cafe meant a band competition lost due to incompetencies among the judges(!) but a weekend of lots of fun and great music. Dread Clampitt and the awesome Red Stick Ramblers played on stage and then lived up to their party-loving reputation by jamming with us till the sun came up two nights in a row, in a state of glorious, riotous drunkenness, yowling Cajun harmonies and slapping basslines between swigs on the bourbon bottle.

Back now to Greensboro and the arrival of another English visitor has meant the arrival of highly uncharacteristic grey, rainy weather. Somehow this always seems to happen when my guests arrive...