SEASICK Steve may be a bit of a one-trick pony, but that trick is a pretty good one.

One man, a variety of mostly homemade guitars with various numbers of strings and a drummer, playing versions of the blues and vocalising bits of Americana long since forgotten.

There may be plenty of better bluesmen and undoubtedly better guitarists, but Californian former hobo Steve Wold has created this unique persona - and it certainly went down well.

A huge stagefront crowd lapped up septuagenarian Steve's tunes and patter despite, once again, too many audience members treating the show like a talking parlour. Just shut up or talk somewhere else please.

A near two-hour show did seem a little long, but he deserves his moment in the spotlight.

The delicious sound of reggae finally booms across the main lawn. Shut your eyes, lie back on your mat in the sun with a beer in hand and you might think you were listening to Aswad.

Look up, however, and you'll see six pasty-faced boys from Leicester who are making a big name for themselves.

Not everyone loves white reggae but By The River's catchy and infectious summer sounds went down a storm. Look out for them, they might just make it.

Anyone remember Nymphadora Tonks from the Harry Potter films? Well, here she was, under the guise of her real name Natalie Tena, playing accordion and fronting the infectious dance band Molotov Jukebox with fiddle-playing husband Sam.

They make a big sound - a sort of mix of jazz, salsa, anything vaguely Brazilian and pop - all done with a smile and a sense of purpose.

Sweltering on the Garden Stage early in the day were Australian singer-songwriter export Nula Honan and her folky, roots tunes, and The Woodland Creatures, a Norwich-based duo of multi-instrumentalists just a little too wishy-washy for my liking.

And a special mention for the Duke's Box, a five-piece rock band playing in a tiny caravan transformed into a giant jukebox. They perform the songs selected by the crowd outside in the normal jukebox way.

They certainly earned their money, sweating profusely behind the glass as the likes of Foxy Lady, Gay Bar and Gangsta's Paradise came booming out.