Me and my randomly acquired dawg were up at the crack of dawn this morning. Kat Aloud was less than happy about this, so we left her to slumber.

Doggy wasn't the only friend I made this morning. As i watched the sun rise above what has become a village of tents, a small person decided I was his new best mate.

As he's pouring some whiskey he found (or "whiskers" as he calls it) over some nettles to show me how clever he is, the couple in the nearest tent start shagging.

I am unaware of the correct procedure in situations like this, so I do nothing. The tent behind this small person is rocking and panting - yet the child is uninterested in this phenomenon.

Perhaps he's an old hand, and in his nine or so years, has been to more festivals than me.

Either way, the young man handled things with far more aplomb than I could muster.