There were weather warnings all weekend, but all we got was warm and cool and sunny and breezy. The warned weather never came until Sunday afternoon.

The sky opened and the drops came down.

I took refuge under a refrigerator trailer with a big plate of food to wait it out.

Eventually it subsided and my friends told me that in the nearby food tent where they were everyone applauded.

Then I went to watch Stuart Mclean and Ron Sexsmith talk and play.

Between Friday and Saturday the L disappeared from the Hollywoodlands-like sign that faces the causeway from the pen-island.

The letters are taller than the average person, so it would be difficult to conceal.

If someone really wanted to take it, they could have. But if the perpetrator is just a jerk I would suspect it be in the reservoir-lake or the bushes.

Later Saturday I stopped by the main stage to see the Tibetan Buddhists perform. There were two playing horns wearing scarlet and saffron robes and bright yellow headdresses. When I was there there was a guy in a colourful costume dancing.

Then I got some ice cream, two scoops of ginger.

Sarah Slean played at 5:45. I enjoyed it. She played a few on the piano and then got up to sing and dance.

I skipped the next show to rest and eat before my serving shift. I was going to serve beer and wine for the closing shift.