We are coming swiftly to the end of festival season. Electric Picnic is the only one left on the horizon - I’m only working there the Friday night, thanks be to God - and then I can dig a little hole for myself and burrow down deeply until it’s summertime again.
At almost every festival I’ve attended this summer, I have camped through a massive weather warning. Both All Together Now and Another Love Story were lucky enough to be visited by Storm Antoni and Storm Betty respectively, and my muddy claws became my biggest personal threat, leaving me unable to push myself anywhere or touch my face.
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