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This morning was almost a carbon copy of yesterday, although our seat on the open-top bus was considerably less breezy, and the choice we had for breakfast, “French toast”, was not as good as yesterday’s fare: no match for hash browns in flavour or portion. Corinne Atkins delivered another country-music morning, including some well-known songs and a Carrie Underwood cover that got me singing along, before we started the main-stage walk.

As with Wet Leg, Fugo Kid is a Platform One alumnus, and he was opening the main stage today. Wonderful to see more local talent on the main stage. I hope his hip-hop-infused music takes him places. There was definitely a group of supportive locals at the front, and it was nice to see a festival like this supporting local talent.

Next up, I’d expected Suzanne Vega to be one of my highlights. I love her music, and she was brilliant at the Royal Albert Hall last year. But, as with Alison Moyet last year, I think she packed her set with the wrong songs, in spite of opening with Marlene on the Wall. And then, in the end, she ended with Luka because she ran out of time for the song the crowd really wanted, Tom’s Diner. There was very obvious disappointment and confusion in the crowd as she left the stage. Obviously, I don’t know how they ended up in that position, but I would have hoped an artist of her stature and experience would have understood how to programme and time a festival set. I assume something that wasn’t obvious had gone wrong. Shame, but we did not let it get us down.

If that was the biggest disappointment of my 2026 festival, next up was, perhaps, the biggest surprise. Level 42 arrived on stage and commenced a forty-five-minute jazz, funk and pop set that was almost without a gap, and precisely to time. The Sun Goes Down (Living It Up) and Lessons in Love were highlights, and once again, they received local support, with the King brothers being originally islanders. I’ll be looking to see when they’re next playing nearby because it was a joyous set. What better way to spend an afternoon dancing, or trying to, in the sunshine?

Next, David Gray opened his set with Babylon, which caught the crowd’s interest from the very start. He surprised us with a Depeche Mode cover, Just Can’t Get Enough, before Sail Away. A solid, chilled set that was well appreciated in the blazing Sunday sun at Seaclose Park, but didn’t allow us to continue our Level 42-inspired grooving. Perhaps we needed to relax a bit as it was turning into a blazing hot afternoon.

By now, we were cooking and sought shade down by the River Stage, where, after a refreshing half-hour sitting down with a cold 7-Up, we watched Fever Dream Kills. Up front, a singer named Stars Walker was all tough vibes during the tunes and a softie when telling us the stories. Apparently, it was only the band’s 10th-ever gig, and the genuine excitement emanating from the stage was a bit infectious. Their cover of Spice Up Your Life is definitely another highlight, but shouldn’t overshadow their own powerful original compositions. Another new band found to follow.

That, to me, is perhaps one of the most important points of the festival. While all the headliners we’ve seen over the years have been good, the magic is in the other acts — some I’ve heard of, some I haven’t. We keep telling ourselves that one year, we will intentionally skip most of the main stage and spend time with all the other talent across the site. Maybe next year?

Next, to the Big Top. At the point we arrived, empty and technically in the shade, the heat was building. We were there for Rose Gray, another new British artist, part house music, part indie vibes. When it started, I was expecting more performance art than pure pop songstress. A story with a clothes rack full of outfits looked like it was about to unfold; there was a costume and shoe change, but then the idea fizzled out. That bit was bizarre. She is developing a following, many of whom were at the front singing along. I think it was a shame there weren’t more people to see it. Club To Your Arms is another track I discovered at my festival, but by the time it finished, I was glad to be out of the heat under the Big Top, where there was no breeze, and into the glare of the late-afternoon sun, where there was some air movement.

We were back at the country music venue for the Charnwood Country Collective, who did a set of country tunes that got a lot of us singing along, and again, a big turnout for the line dancers. We found a table and had dinner from Oink BBQ and allowed ourselves to relax for a while before the pilgrimage back to the main stage for The Cure, who were the last-night headliners.

We found a decent spot where we could see the band, hear the music and have a little bit of space away from the front. There seemed to be fewer people than had been around for Friday’s closing. It seems a number of people had headed out after The Kooks had finished their set. We hung around for about an hour, with Pictures of You being the only song vaguely recognised. The Cure were more my brother’s type of band when we were younger, and he is off to see them in Dublin shortly. It didn’t quite have the energy I wanted at that point in the evening, but I am glad I got to see a bit.

As we headed out, we stopped off at Hipshaker Lounge, where a Guilty Pleasures-style disco was just getting underway, and that was much more of an upbeat way to end our festival. As with every time we’ve been here, the bus back to Ryde is easy to get and runs frequently, even late at night.

I think this was my favourite year at the festival. Early-bird tickets for 2027 go on sale next week, and we’re already considering purchasing them. There’s something about music, familiar or not, even music I wouldn’t normally listen to, that’s captivating live. I wish I could do more of it.

We were rested, just about, by the time we were on board the open-top shuttle bus that whisked us to Seaclose Park for day two. The breeze was quite extreme, but I quite liked it. PY less so. My festival hat was tied under my chin to make sure I arrived at the field with it still in my possession. We were much earlier today, and the bus was not even half full. Our original intention had been to see a Frank Sinatra tribute. We ended up stopping off at The Last Chance Saloon, where there were picnic tables in the morning sun, with Andrew Jones performing a mix of his own music and country classics. When coupled with the excellent coffee we found and the hash browns with maple syrup and bacon bits for breakfast, it was the perfect way to start the day: relaxed, comfortable, and with a great soundtrack. I almost didn’t want the walk to the main stage.

But to the main stage we did go, and I am very glad we did. When there was a quick snippet of Wellerman, I immediately knew who we were watching: Nathan Evans and the Saint PHNX Band. The mix of traditional Scottish folk music and modern rock and pop was a fantastic way to start the day, with the crowd jumping along. It seems important that the early main-stage acts start to pull people forward, and this performance did so. And it wouldn’t be the only time throughout the day that No Scotland No Party was sung out by a Scottish performer to a small but loud group of Scots.

In fact, next up was KT Tunstall, who did her own shout with No Scotland No Party just before she introduced a surprise guest, Jack Savoretti, with whom she performed Tempting Fate. I think the crowd was surprised and excited to see a guest. It says a lot about modern news that, within a few minutes of them finishing the song, there was already a headline: “Surprise as special guest joins KT Tunstall on stage at Isle of Wight Festival.” I really enjoyed Look at Me Now, which she wrote, but it didn’t make the cut for The Devil Wears Prada 2. It was a rock-inspired act to keep the crowd bouncing.

Next, an artist who achieved multi-platinum international superstardom in the 2000s and is one of only a few performers who can go by a single name, and everybody knows who they are: Anastacia. On the way to the hits I remember (I was holding out for Left Outside Alone, and I was not disappointed), we got a cover of Guns N’ Roses’ Sweet Child o’ Mine, which was definitely a crowd-pleaser. If I’d heard it before, I’d forgotten 2001’s Paid My Dues, but I just added it to my playlist. It seems an appropriate song for a performer who has survived the music industry for as long as Anastacia has.

We stayed with the main stage, although PY ran off to find me a beer between sets, for boy band Five, or should I write 5ive? Formed in the late 90s, they were down to four in 2001 when Sean left. When he came back after The Big Reunion TV show, J didn’t. In 2014, Abz left, leaving three of them for about ten years. But another TV show, Boybands Forever (reminder to self: watch this), reunited them, and they’re now on a world tour. What’s best about this history is that by now they have worked out that a setlist full of hits works, and it was a highly choreographed fifty minutes of nostalgic 90s pop hits: Slam Dunk (Da Funk), If Ya Gettin’ Down, Keep On Movin’, We Will Rock You, Let’s Dance. It might not be cool, but it was unexpectedly polished, and sometimes pop bangers are what you need.

The nostalgia fest continued when Rick Astley arrived on the main stage. Although he opened with one of his own 80s pop hits, “Together Forever,” he played a less pop-hit-heavy set, which really showed that he has a great voice. He told a story before performing a cover of Roy Orbison’s Oh, Pretty Woman, in which he claims he was asked to sing for the movie Pretty Woman, but he turned it down, thinking nobody would go and see it. Obviously, a lot of us were waiting for Never Gonna Give You Up, which came at the end of the set, but I don’t think anybody was expecting the cover of RAYE’s Where Is My Husband!, which came early on and was superb. I like it when it’s full of surprises. The set was very varied, full of good songs and a smattering of Rick’s personality.

We started walking back to look for some food. But after Rick, the changeover showed the worst of the Isle of Wight Festival, as getting away from the main stage is a crush of crowds shuffling for twenty minutes. By the time we reached the food stalls, the queues were enormous. We had the option to watch Rita Ora from the back of the field or get food. We took the first option for the opening few numbers, but quite quickly headed to a quieter area for a Greek gyro, a sit-down and some decisions to make about what would be next. From the back, Rita, not sure she can go by one name alone, sounded slick and polished.

Calvin Harris was the day’s headliner, but although I imagine it would be a crowd-pleasing set of huge hits, it would predominantly be a DJ set, and I am lacking the stamina to be in a dance music mosh pit. So we decided to head in the opposite direction and returned to The Last Chance Saloon, via Berlingo Flick’s folk set in The Intoxicated Tearooms. In the country venue, Chasing Twisters were performing a set of country hits, which was a perfect way to end the day, although I wasn’t tempted to join the line-dancing rows in front of the stage.

A little earlier than last night, back in Ryde, we allowed ourselves to stop off for a sandwich and catch some of Calvin Harris’ set on the television. All amazing hits and an impressive light show before an enormous crowd. Maybe we were the only ones who headed out. But he was just pressing ‘play’, wasn’t he?

While Thursday night might officially be the festival kick-off for those on the campsites, for us, Friday afternoon is the starting point. This year, it seemed a little later than previously, and we had a goal of catching 90s Northern Irish rockers, Ash, on the main stage just after 4 p.m.

We’ve always been very lucky with the shuttle bus to the festival site, rarely having to wait long in either direction. This afternoon, just after 3 p.m., the queue was snaking across the bus station, and we definitely wouldn’t make the first bus, so we got two of the handful of remaining seats on the next one. With the sunshine, I was glad I had a hat. There was a queue of traffic on the climb out of Wootton Bridge, which I feared would mean a crawl to the festival entrance, but we pretty much reached the speed you’d expect for a slightly old, borrowed-from-the-mainland bus full of festival-goers and a surprising amount of luggage.

Once again, I was impressed by the organisation on the way in: a quick bag search, a wristband connected, and the twenty-minute walk from the entrance to the main stage began. As always, the flags were fluttering, welcoming us. Almost immediately, we noticed a new venue, The Last Chance Saloon, opposite the Electro Love tent. Country and folk music are definitely growing in popularity.

First stop: a tap to top up empty water bottles; second stop: a photo with the festival sign; third stop: the bar for a pint, making sure we used the PayPal debit card to secure the 20% off food and drink. Over the weekend, I imagine the savings will add up. There was a big turnout for Ash. I didn’t think I was familiar with their work, but, surprisingly, I discovered Shining Light and Girl From Mars, which burst that theory. Also, a cover of Jump in the Line seems to be one of their live performance standards and was perfect for getting the crowd singing along. It’s a strange cover and seemed a little out of context initially, but by the end, I was singing along with everybody else.

We stayed around for Alessi Rose, a Derby-born English pop songstress who seems to be on the up-and-coming list. It was a great pop set, and I thought she balanced the idea that a lot of the crowd wouldn’t know who she was very well. She’s got a lot of youthful energy and managed to build a connection with the crowd. First Original Thought is already on my playlist.

The trek back to Electro Love is long, but sometimes necessary. A couple of years ago, we caught ‘Real Dead Ringer’, a Meat Loaf tribute act, and they were fantastic, so we were determined not to miss them this year. It was a very energetic performance, which must have been hard work in the tent. Another set of all the biggest hits, including Dead Ringer, Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad, Dead Ringer for Love, and I’d Do Anything for Love, was over too quickly, although it was nice to escape the heat of the tent and wander back to the main stage.

Before the walk, a pit stop for dinner from a Mexican food truck. The caramelised aubergine burrito I had was flavour-packed and delicious. I am just glad I picked up a fork, because it would have been impossible to eat otherwise. My festival seat, really a mushroom-shaped stool, has been a real bonus, allowing me to rest and keep my feet from hurting too much. And I don’t need to try to sit on the floor.

Wet Leg were already on stage by the time we’d walked back. They are considered a local band, as some band members have lived on the island and are products of the local Platform One College of Music. I knew none of the songs until Chaise Longue was performed. We managed to get a decent position about halfway back in the standing area, but they used a lot of stage smoke, so I ended up watching the screens just to see the band. Obviously, there was a lot of support from the crowd, which created a great atmosphere.

As that was finishing, we made an exit to the ‘This Feeling’ tent to see Finn Forster, another up-and-coming British performer. The set was really good. He’s a confident performer, and it was well worth the little detour to a stage we don’t often visit.

Then it was the Friday headliner and BRIT Award winner, Lewis Capaldi. There was quite a crowd, and we watched from quite a way back in a little bit of space we’d carved out near the bar. The crowd was definitely up for a show, and by his own admission, there were a lot of ballads, but nobody was bothered. After about half an hour, though, we decided that it would look even better on Sky Arts later and opted for the bus.