A weekend of spiritual healing fields, weird & wonderfully authentic cabaret mix, spending the early mornings grooving to funk in Shangri-La or getting all industrial in Trash City. I also noticed Hugh Fernley Whiting-Stock twice, once at the stone circle and then the following night whist I was sitting around a campfire. Thanks & Best wishes to National Express, Midge for the helping with the tent, Stefan for the fashion advice, Boon for the numerous time checks and Matt Robson for the many moments of pure genius, the girls for the chalice and chats about archaeology and all saints (hope you kept the receipt for the marquee), and all the many random wreckheads I conversed with over the festival.
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