I crawl from my tiny tent. There are thousands here. Laughter fills the air. Some wander aimlessly about, others sit hunched, holding their heads, vowing never to get drunk again. But they will, and not just drunk!
It’s raining. Who cares? What’s a festival without mud? The crowd’s moving. There’s the arena, come on!
Nearly there. Listen. Guitars being tuned, drums bashed and mikes checked. One two testing, one two!
Almost time. Ready? Here we go!
The sheer volume is driving everything from my mind. I’m swaying, swinging, spinning, singing. I look stupid! I don’t care. Nobody does!
Festival … enjoy!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to CEAyr for the picture.
Pluck Froggie’s strings to see what’s going on!