Under slight drizzle of rain Sam Smith takes to the Main Stage, bringing the sun down to dusk with his jazz and soul infused pop

The mud is coagulating nicely and the gathered many are finding their feet - and their vocal chords. For hits such as Stay With Me and Money On My Mind, Smith needs only play a passing part as the assembly hollers his lyrics, word-perfect.

The set is simple - Smith in slick black suit, backing singers and a keyboardist with some fancy footwork.

Smith plays the notorious flirt, talking up his lovelorn status and painting himself as a rejected romantic, his soft smile and knowing twinkle bringing the crowd over to his side with ease.

He thanks the audience for their attentions. Several months ago he endured a vocal haemorrhage and this was only his fifth performance since surgery to repair the damage.

Certainly there is no sniff of trouble with Smith's voice: his vocal range ripples from falsetto down with relative ease and he chats freely between each song, telling us about his search for love, his surgery, his distaste for the impure desire to make money rather than music.

This is perfect dusk music, executed just nicely.