I am at Geoff’s in Bris­bane… another Wood­ford is over. I have just updated all the entries I wrote while I was up there but was having too much fun the last few days to really write. For the most part. I am too tired now to write about it all… the brief ver­sion is…

I spent a good part of the first day of the year asleep in the ham­mock under the tree. I struggled out of it to make my way to Singing up the Women, then wandered down to Lisa’s stall to chat, then to Spir­itual Sen­sa­tions to talk to the witches and wish them happy new…

Last night was really back in fest­ival space. The new venues are just amaz­ing. They’ve com­pletely re-land­scaped the space. There’s so much more space behind venues. like the Big Top, dan­cing to Bomba out on the grass. Still feel like I’m doing some of this a little…

First day… Cat Empire were amaz­ing, Wild Marmalade were amaz­ing. I feel a bit sad that I ended up doing both on my own: the first because the gang wer­en’t really into it, the second because I didn’t have my mobile on me. I want someone on my wavelength to share music…

Camp set up; ham­mock between two trees. All good. Had Kahuna last night (already!) — a two-hour extra­vag­anza with Jason and Ki’ai’i and Norbert. Didn’t quite get to fly as far as I do with Astrid or Sarah… Jason is more a phys­ical mas­seur than Kahuna some­times I…

Funny not having a book this year and even odder having made a con­scious decision not to bring one. I wonder how this will affect my writ­ing of the fest­ival… The drive has been quite fine, good music but dull dull vis­ions out the window, a flat land with nothing…

I’m off to sunny Queens­land for my annual pil­grim­age to revel in the joy of music, sun and friends at the Wood­ford Folk Fest­ival. We’re head­ing up the centre of the NSW through Parkes and Moree which is a route I haven’t done before… should be inter­est­ing. I didn’t…