Ahhh, that pivotal moment that happens at the start of every June, the Isle of Wight festival, the moment you realise that the Music Festivals have well and truly started. And the moment you really wish you had bought tickets.
Last weekend, my boyfriend and i went to a mate's 'festival' in Wrexham, North Wales. It was the most picturesque place i had ever visited in Britain, like a Beatrix Potter novel, a proper cottage and sprawling lanes and green grass and horses. Although it was a small and make shift festival, we still slept in tents.
This weekend we head to Oceanfest in Croyde Bay, Devon. You can't really call it a music fest though, it's more like just a beach festival, with Jason Mraz and Newton Fawkner in the background. Still, should be nice to kick up my heels in the waves.
This will be the first year that i will not be going to any festivals.... actually might head to see Bruce Springsteen at Hard Rock Calling, but not sure yet. I know it's because i'm going to LA for 2 weeks and need to save my money for Vegas and Mexico, but i still can't help feeling that hollow hole inside me crying a little when i watch the acts on TV and the crowd jumping around, and watching f**king Fearne Cotton introduce them, just adds insult to injury.
Ohhhh, next year my prettys, next year
Peace and Guitars!
xxxxxxx
peej
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