I arrived to find the village rather lacking in recognised faces. This was down to a communication error and I was in the wrong place, all be it at the right time, for Johnny and Rhona's year and a day handfasting. But I stood tight and they all arrived soon enough at the Waterfront for an outside session and a feast of roasted pig - lovely.
Following that most of the rest of the afternoon I spent in the Mount Stuart for a mostly singing sessions with a load of folk I don't know .
Except for Chuffy that is - I've played many a session with him.
Before the concert in the evening, an hour or so spent back at the Waterfront for a few songs with the Luce Women (it's what they call themselves) and other folk, mainly from the Stranraer folk club (who's names I should know as I've met them several times, but I don't (sorry chaps))
My trip to Portpatrick wouldn't be complete without a rendition of the Pirate Song