Islands, you've got to love them. When you get on the car ferry and the ramp goes up it's like being on holiday. So we got off to a good start on Sunday morning leaving Lymington for the beautiful Isle of Wight. And Later as we drove down the dirt track at dusk and over the brow to see the whole valley one giant festival and we are headlining the main stage, well it's a buzz. This is a proper festival, normal life can be suspended. Hordes loom out of the dark in animal garb intent on satisfying their primitive notions, and we were there ready and able give to them. No need for a blow by blow account suffice to say we delivered.