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Stephen Mc Cauley provides the calm after that particular storm, broadcasting acoustic sets and chat live on Ö÷²¥´óÐã Radio Foyle from the Eagles Rock stage. and soundtrack an early afternoon love in. Meanwhile, blend of prog and post-rock certainly works for a decent crowd, even if it is hard to tell one song from the next in amongst those epic riffs.

Some bands hit the refreshment trolley early, with certain members of Silhouette and looking a little wobbly. To the latter's credit, they manage total professionalism in the Ö÷²¥´óÐã backstage yurt, performing an incredible version of . Up in the campsite and is enjoying the benefits of bringing his own caravan to a festival, hosting an impromptu get-together and handing out beers to the Deep Fried Funk DJs, Foy Vance and....Rigsy's mum. All over the site, it's party time.

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Back in the thick of it and ATL is already burnt to a crisp. Yes it was warm, but the breeze was the killer. As we whack on the suncream, the irritatingly young smack us in our pink bake with some fresh faced rock n' roll, touched up with a ska edge. Next door and are inviting former members back on stage to celebrate drinking anthem "Buckfast". The North Coast hip hop massive get one of the biggest crowds of the day, a messy, circle pit of chaos.

The tonic wine basedÌýdrink is quite the tipple at Glasgowbury, Ìýthe firstÌýÌýto sell out over in the cocktail bar. ATL bravely tries a Seven Summits Sour and a Cashier Cosmo, before being drenched with a strangely sticky concoction fired at us by the staff from a giant water pistol. Later on they’ll take turns to dance along the bar, pouring shots into the gobs of anyone lucky (or unlucky) enough to be in the vicinity.

It's teatime now, and the have turned into the quintessential Glasgowbury band - oldskool and fun, ramming the Spurs of Rock. We're enjoying new stuff, but with the noise the main stage makes, hearing Owen is a bit of a struggle. One change we'd suggest if we may? Put the second stage back inside a tent - the site is too small to avoid annoying bleed between open air stages.

Thankfully come across loud and clear. One of the highlights of the day, it's a shame more weren't here to witness the likes of 'Skyscapers', the perfect soundtrack to the last of the sunshine. Turns out everyone is at , with many peering in from outside as the ska-punk legends do their thing.

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Later on and will headline the G Sessions stage. Having played some of the biggest stadiums in the world, these guys know how to nail it and do so with ease. Having played the festival before it moved to the mountains, it's a long overdue return. From the first bars of 'Piece by Piece', it's clear Cormac and the lads are itching to get back to full touring and unleashing that third album. We're glad of the opportunity to give it stacks - that cloudless sky has made for a very, VERY frosty evening.

Round the corner and Phil Kieran is banging it out in Spurs of Rock.

Booking techno was a brave move and one even Phil himself worried would backfire, but the tent is full and hands are in the air. Those who wanted to end their day with a rave are ending their day with a rave. Life can be so simple, sometimes.

And with that, ATL wanders off into the night, some of us towards the campsites, some of us back to Belfast, all of us freezing, but especially .Ìýthen - every year bigger, every year better. Every year warmer, every year colder. There's literally nothing like it.