I had the absolute time of my life this weekend.
I was at the Isle of Wight Festival this weekend, and I'm currently reliving it through some painful post-Festival blues. I love Festivals. I'm not going to claim to be a crazy festival goer as I have only been to two, both of which are basically on my doorstep. Last year was the first time in about 8/9 years that I hadn't been to one, because I spent the summer in Greece. I love the friendly atmosphere, the lack of worries and the drinking games centred around a muddy patch of grass that becomes 'home' for the weekend. (side note at this point, the below pictures are not mine due to an awful phone at this point of the weekend, but I will be of course crediting the photographers correctly)
I was at the Isle of Wight Festival this weekend, and I'm currently reliving it through some painful post-Festival blues. I love Festivals. I'm not going to claim to be a crazy festival goer as I have only been to two, both of which are basically on my doorstep. Last year was the first time in about 8/9 years that I hadn't been to one, because I spent the summer in Greece. I love the friendly atmosphere, the lack of worries and the drinking games centred around a muddy patch of grass that becomes 'home' for the weekend. (side note at this point, the below pictures are not mine due to an awful phone at this point of the weekend, but I will be of course crediting the photographers correctly)
(photo credit: Liz Murray photography)







