Remember how festival-crazy I was from The Glastonbury experience in June? And how I bought tickets for Big Chill before I'd even unpacked my sleeping bag? Well, it's this weekend. And it though it was reportedly going to be the hottest festival of the year and promised to look something like this...
...it's forecast for rain. And fuckloads of it.
Keep calm and carry on, right?
...it's forecast for rain. And fuckloads of it.I'll be forming the solo advance party this time (The Husband has to work) so under the influence of my poor camping skills and a couple of litres of cider, it's my task to put the tent up and sleep the night alone in a camping field with total strangers.
I'll be sure to take photos of my mad camp skillz for your amusement.
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