Not to be put off by the poor form of Saturday, we walk the nasty little yappy dog and then desert it in favour of another relaxing day of acoustic goodness. The first band we see are called Slow , I seem to remember having a kind of 'meh' feeling about them at Ashton court where I only caught a couple of songs, so this should be good. A place where everyone shuts up and glares at you if you make a noise, or so I thought. The people behind me didn't like it at all, so I shall try not to allow my opinion to be swayed by the growing anger resulting from the incessant babbling:

• ...it's not acoustic at all!
• - Oh I don't like this, what are they called?
• - I think it's called grunge mum.
• - This is what young people today listen to is it?

NO! No it isn't called grunge! What fscking planet are you on? Shut up! You wouldn't say that if I stuck two pencils in your eyes! I LIKE THEM! They are great! The swathes of close harmonies over gentle floyd-like laid backness calm me, calm me - relax, calm... Aah that's better. Pencils in eyes image helps me to focus on the music. It's a fairly large band but everything fits together, the crescendos build slowly and ebb slowly. It's a very apt name, and yes, I do like it, perhaps a bit too perfect for some and probably a bit too loud on occasion for the so-called 'Acoustic' festival but the main singer keeps apologising for this and I just think, 'stop talking, keep playing!'

Another band who refuse to acknowledge the acousticness of the event is the Weary Band who admittedly use an acoustic guitar but are anything but. This performance leaves me wondering why I thought I liked them last year, the singing is slightly off key and the songs rapidly become turgid and forced, the strange melodies are not nice strange melodies, the weird line lengths are offputting, rather than interesting.

Liz Melia is frankly, quite mad. Her songs tend to involve fish to some degree and are very strange and quirky. She wouldn't be out of place in a field in the 60's and is a welcome relief after the Weary Band (another apt name there). Girl with acoustic guitar. Sings songs of love and fishing.

I have never been disappointed by Jane Taylor . She has great songs, obviously loves singing them and gives us another stunning performance Her melodies are not strange or new, they are just right, as if she is led or carried by the music effortlessly. Obviously this can sometimes be a disaster (look at the charts) but the intervals hit the emotional centres, the really traumatic notes that make your heart jump. I suppose this kind of music also makes people cringe but it probably depends on how you choose to interpret the feelings the music makes you have. My current favourite song of hers that makes me catch my breath is Fall On Me which is a song about commitment and regret...

I've written about The Wraiths before too. Their musical re-workings of poetry - mostly Emily Dickinson - are atmospheric and musical, never too overpowering for the words. The combination of nice music (most of the time) and scarey eyes is quite unsettling but if you look away it's okay. There is a promise of an album at somepoint in the next year or so.

The last good act of the day is Rachael Dadd , who performs with local duo Francois and Rosie on assorted instruments, including melodica and small xylophone. This is a much more toned down version of of the full stringed performance a couple of weeks ago and better for it I thought. She showcases some new songs and gradually I realise that we really are disappearing away with the faeries now. Still, much acousticky goodness to be had.

The Sunday of the festival turns out to be much more successful than the Saturday, but with almost all the bands from last year's version I wonder idly if I'll bother next year. The final band clinch it for me. I'll only go to the good bits. Three frustratingly ordinary songs into the New Acoustics , we decide enough is enough and head off home to kick the dog.