The Festival. Day three. In the end.

Nothing like a bit of fun at the festival before we re-introduce our antagonist, right? The Festival. Day three. In the end. The zipper on the tent doorway flapped wildly in the early morning breeze as Charis crawled into the door of her tent. Nick was already cooking bacon on a disposable barbeque outside their…

One more to round up the festival season…

Another festival season has come and gone, passing us by in a blurr of English summer rain, mud, music and beautiful people. I had the privilege of attending Bestival on the Isle of Wight a couple of weekends ago, and as always, I do love to tell a story! You can check out my review…