Festival foot

It's a glamorous world this festival lark. I look like I've spent the weekend in the Outback!

We arrived at Latitude well rested and most importantly clean having stayed at a hotel in Ipswich the night before. After the first hour I looked like I'd been there since Thursday. Way more walking than my foot can cope with right now but some great bands, great weather and meeting some lovely people (including K's ex's brother which could have been awkward but just wasn't) made it a fantastic day.

Luckily we realised before I had anything to drink that we hadn't exactly planned the return journey. K's sensible head kicked in around 10:30 so we reluctantly started the trek back to the carpark and the long, long, long drive home. At least I don't work on Mondays. I didn't envy K the 6:30 alarm after getting home at 2:30.

Next year we camp. And next year we take a camera! D'oh!

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