So, jolly British holidays all round - which after 15 months of traversing Asia, living out of a rucksack and getting by on £5 a day, is just what the doctor ordered. We skilfully combined these with a few festivals: my first was the divine Secret Garden Party, with free tickets courtesy of good contacts. The outcome was 3 of us in a 2-man tent; I had a small suitcase - which for 2 days I thought was mildly extravagant. They both had full sized suitcases.
(Below) Noon - still lucid.
Confusing to say the least. I also recall being sat in the middle of a field with Holleigh at 8am, 2 hours before we had to get a train. A man mildly insulted us, then fell over our legs and stayed down, breathing quietly. After a while there was a bit of dialogue, and we found him quite entertaining. We all seemed to be yearning for some hippie crack (another excellent deadpan quote from Holleigh "the problem with laughing gas, is that I NEED it 24/7") . . . the problem was neither of us had any money left. Oh poor, naive, foolish boy that he was; out of nowhere (still face down on the ground) he held up his wallet to the sky (an awkward manoeuvre it was too), with the words "I've got money!” Needless to say, we all giggled and giggled until the money ran out, and our loveable but very unwise companion went tripping off to pastures new.