Early start to our festival trip. We stopped at Asda on the way to get some booze - thankfully we were the only ones in the aisle when Paul phoned Elly to say that Boris had resigned, as we all did a little celebration dance holding our crates.

Got there in good time and found a spot in the campervan site. Pitched our tent next to Paul and Elly’s van and then chilled in the sun for a while, watching everyone else dragging their stuff down to the campsite. I could get used to the smug van life.

Spent the afternoon sampling lots of delicious festival food and wandering around various different stages. I was absolutely knackered by the end, but Jimmy Eat World as the headliners were so good, I felt 14 again. We went to the silent disco for a while in the evening then I attempted to sleep while being frozen solid.