And then Saturday was over (It was now Sunday)

It had been hard to decide whether to sleep in our wet, bet down tent or go to our car. Thankfully though, we were spared this very difficult dilemma by the presence of Curly Dee’s brother in our tent for a second night.

And we saw that it was bad. And yet, we slept in that car until half three on Sunday afternoon,



which meant we were rushing to get to the Kooks on time, the second day.

But I forgot my camera again, so...

to be continued