June 2010

We started out in another slightly pungent hall, tightly packed with roll-mats and elaborate snoring. The mist on the hills outside lifted as we faffed, and by the time we finally made it onto the road the sun was out again. The fields round about were pretty fantastical. We've become blasé about the buttercups, but today there daisies densely packed around white ponies, and the elderflower is just beginning to explode in the hedges.