Why The Trip Festival was the best trip ever

Well the Trip Festival came and went. It was one of the best weekends of my life.  Here’s the story for posterity.

Arriving at The Trip

I arrived on the Thursday night. I put my huge tent up all alone, met up with Mam and Adam. Then I grabbed some grub and managed to get some sleep. The next morning I ambled around helping Paula and met a few new people including two fellas called Matt who introduced himself oddly as Betty & his mate Fraz, who was working on the dance tent. I offered them a beer from my crate and went on my way. Friday was an early night for me, because I am a lightweight and I don’t last very long.

Saturday was a real rainy day, and rainy days as we all know are brilliant for regrouping in beer tents. So, I spent most of Saturday in the tent with my mate and tour leader extroadinaire Simon Green & we were joined by Matt & Fraz. – Matt was taking photos of the event & was talking a lot with Simon about photography. Matt & I got to talking about lots of random stuff and we all had lots of beer & it was very happy. Lightweight that I am, I went to bed early, but I promised I’d stay up late on Sunday.

A Glorious Picnic & A New Romantic Interest

Sunday was glorious, a day for a picnic & everyone was sat around on the grass. at this point Matt and I seemed to have developed a spark, which he decided to put to the test with his little finger. – He says the theory was he would touch my hand with his little finger and if I didn’t move away, he was in with a chance. I reciprocated. He kissed me in the bluebell woods. (Yes that really happened). We spent the rest of Sunday in some teenage love affair. As cheesy as it sounds, I knew on Monday that I would see him the next weekend, and the next, and all the weekends after that.

So Im writing this in retrospect but – Watch this space for more of our life together, as we have been busy moving in. It all started here.

Finally, I want to share a few of Matts photos from the weekend. it was truly epic.