We took a picnic and table and chairs, plenty of wine and found a great spot with a pretty good view. It amused me to see the same kind of painted rubbish bins as they have at the Festival.
If any of my many Russian friends can tell me what it says on this bin, I would be very grateful.
Anyway, after our picnic, and just before the start of precedings, I went up to the very front and managed to get myself in the front row for the wonderful, beautiful and incredibly talented Corinne Bailey Rae.
I have to admit that I was less interested in Van Morrison. I stayed at the front for a while and then wandered back to my seat. While Corinne Bailey Rae was really chatty and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her own performance, Mr Morrison hardly said a word, mumbled through a lot of his songs and seemed to be doing his set by numbers.
Having said that, the fashion stakes in the crowd were very high.
I liked this image on the big screen.
And here's the man himself.
All in all it was a great event, a great occasion and a fun evening.
Next evening I was back for something completely different. More of that later.