Nonsensical wanderings, slow travel and working abroad
‘What’s this on my face?! Shining in my eyes!’ ‘Oh that’s the sun’, explains Henry knowingly. It’s the end of the season and we’ve left the small ski resort of Sainte Foy, now we’re sat with a selection of breakfast items from McDonald’s waiting on a bus. Lost somewhere inside a hazy hangover my eyes …
Back to the real world we got ourselves prepared to go home and take time to holiday in the Scottish Borders at Electric Fields Festival
As the gates opened there was a flood of people who ran, camping chairs in hand ready to secure their spot in front of the stage.