POETRY: Late summer at Bestival, lost in the beat with a stupid grin, happily drowning as the sound hits like a white water wave
Those were the days - my friend. We thought they'd never end.
Sound fabulous! I don’t think I could hack festivals anymore. My 17 year old daughter just booked her first. I can only do concerts with seats these days. 😃
I’m certainly done with letting people perch on my shoulders
😂😂
Those were the days - my friend. We thought they'd never end.
Sound fabulous! I don’t think I could hack festivals anymore. My 17 year old daughter just booked her first. I can only do concerts with seats these days. 😃
I’m certainly done with letting people perch on my shoulders
😂😂