Blueberry pie: not a fry up.

It's hazy this morning: people are already packing up to leave which is weird considering Bugz In The Attic and Quantic, arguably the two biggest names on the bill, aren't playing until later this evening.

We stop by the production office in the hopes of sneaking some toast, where we're greeted by some white faced creatures who used to be Vashti and Dan, two of the organisers. Jim, having crawled back to Camp Aloud at gone six this morning, looks alarmingly healthy by comparison. We'd feel crap about being in bed by one, but if Aloud doesn't get their eight hours, Bad Things Happen. So we eat some pie instead.