A day of contrasts. The weather outside in central Paris this morning was absolutely stunning, deep blue sky and the whitest clouds, which were almost too perfect. We checked out of the Hyatt Park and made our way using local transport to Le Bourget, Our drivers had to tackle the geographical challenge presented by Scandinavia so we had to send both teams on their way after the Paris show.

We arrived at the GA terminal and after very minimal and courteous security checks we walked the 30 yards to the plane. They had parked it as close as possible so that the wing rips were almost touching the building.  Daniella maximized culinary potential of Paris and served up a delightful selection of cheeses, breads pates and meats.

We climbed to 31,000 feet and I observed the orderly pattern of clouds I'd noticed earlier. From up here they looked like they were almost touching the ground, I suppose relatively speaking, they were. We hit an area of clear air turbulence which was seemed to go on and on, our pilots making several attempts to alter our altitude to escape it's effects. It caused our resolute hostess some tricky walks down the aisle but she's clearly done this before and whilst WE were having trouble cutting the right thickness of cheese whilst being bounced around, she was serving coffees, one handed whilst offering more bread with the other. I told myself I was going to cut back on the bread but it was all too delicious and I caved in. We descended through heavy, low cloud towards our destination airport, Odense.





We landed in what seemed to be torrential rain but was actually quite patchy. After a two day journey, Bernie, Dominika and Fabian were there to meet us and came air-side. It's always the height of luxury when they can do this and according to Bernie, the ground staff here were really helpful exhibiting no useless procedures or jobsworth attitudes. Bernie also reminded me of the last time we were here at Sonderborg, and picked up a police escort from the airport.

The weather couldn't have been more different. We waved goodbye to the ground crew and set off.





When we were within a mile of the venue, we picked up our police escort who guided us to the backstage area with ease. I always feel for the crew on outdoor shows when the weather is inclement but it seemed to me that the Danes are particularly well organized and the stage construction was second to none. Even in the heaviest of showers which came this afternoon, the gear remained dry. Nonetheless, there was plenty of plastic sheeting, as the wind tended to whip up and the spray found it's way on to the amps and keys.



With customary Tuborg huts everywhere you looked, (There was even one backstage with two draft beer taps which I guess the crew would get into after load-out tonight) the scene was set and doors opened not long after we arrived. We had decided not to do a soundcheck so huddled round the heater in our very comfortable porta-dressing room. The setlist was changed accordingly and we took to the stage. It had stopped raining but for the audience, it was full wellies conditions. We had a few minor sound issues which the crew dealt with and at one point Glenn lost his bass completely, it took the whole song to get it back, I think it was a connection within the guitar itself. Rare. During the encores, the rain cam,e again and with it some nasty crosswinds which took some of the rain onto the stage, i noticed a layer of fine spray all over the keyboards and out thoughts turn to the job the crew boys will have to do tomorrow in drying everything out. The guitars will most likely ALL have to be restrung and I always think about the inside of the two Hammond B3's we carry around. These baby's are supremely complex and need to be treated with care. I never worry about it though as Colin is very well versed in B3 repair. I'm sure all will be fine tomorrow...another outdoor....more rain forecast.