Secret Garden Party after a night of heavy rain.
Over the weekend I've watched live stream from Glastonbury on TV, and I've listened to a few of the concerts on the radio. Sadly, this has given me really bad festival fever, and I'm dying to go to one! I've got tickets to Barclaycard British Summer Time on Friday, where among others I'll be seeing Black Sabbath, Motörhead and Wolfmother, and I'm so excited I feel a tiny bit sick just thinking about it.
That said, I would really like to go to a proper festival, stay in a tent, and then regret staying in a tent, get a cold, the usual. Here's a few shots I managed to snap at Secret Garden Party 2013, between sliding down muddy hills and helter skelters, and dancing barefoot in the grass to reggae and ska with my boyfriend.
My first ever Helter Skelter, worth every single penny of the four pounds my boyfriend had to pay, just so I could slide down with my hands in the air screaming and laughing with excitement.
The Strypes - mindblowingly good live band, who's members at the time were between 16 and 18 years old, mental!
Findlay and her band.