Kernowfornia Day Two: The Deluge

Upon getting to Day Two of Kernowfornia, just after midday to catch Rachel Sermanni:

 It soon became apparent that a big storm was brewing (a great day for windsurfing early on, of course):

 With the Saturday crowd being well-wrapped up, knowing what was coming

 And the smaller tent stage bracing itself for a very crowded day:

Back at the main stage, I was glad I caught Rachel Sermanni, she was very good despite having to fight against an already howling wind.

 Grace of Autumn Gold is a truly beautiful song and I enjoyed all of her set.

Afterwards, Finnegan Tui was good too:

 Then, it was the turn of Matthew And The Atlas, late afternoon:

 Loved this set from start to finish, think that the band have something special with their kind of Americana.

 And Pyres is a simply delicious tune, On a Midnight Street too.

 For me, Matthew And The Atlas were the joint band of the day. 

After the Fantastic Friday, where just about everything that I saw was brilliant, I took a more selective approach to Saturday and Sunday, knowing beforehand who I had to see.

Another band penned in as a must was A Blaze of Feather:

 

And I felt a strong ripple of excitement as the band prepared to take the stage, although by now the weather looked seriously ominous, with the rough-looking waves of the back-screen matching those not far away.

Despite the rain starting not long after the start of the A Blaze of Feather set, I managed to stand it for some time and thoroughly enjoyed what I heard without being familiar with the band's material in any way.

However, about halfway through the set, self-preservation kicked in and I first took cover near the toilet blocks and then just outside the festival, near the harbour, where things really did start looking like Noah and the Flood, of Biblical proportions.

Thankfully, for some time, the deluge turned into drizzle, and during this window of opportunity, I somehow got up to Tencreek before the second deluge came, by which time, I was warmly wrapped up in my tent (not much beats listening to heavy rain in a dry tent). 

Yeah, I was massively grateful that I'd escaped the wrath of the elements.